Normality is a paved road:
it’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
Vincent Van Gogh
…
Happy Sixty-Fifth Birthday, Daddy!
Thank you for teaching me, in your bold way, that normality isn’t all it’s cracked up to be:
to not bend to the will of the crowd
to like The Doors and Napoleon
to relish solitude and a good book
to get misty-eyed at a song or a memory
to wholeheartedly be myself.
I love you!
