Apr 17, 2009


My dad turned sixty today. I hear, from my brother, that he's struggling a bit with this milestone. Ridiculous, but not surprising. I've been thinking about him all day, and wishing I was there to share a beer with him. Oddly, I stumbled onto the following poem at the store today by one of my favorite authors, Wendell Berry:

Seventy Years
Well, anyhow, I am
not going to die young

I laughed when I read it, then it settled in. We should all be so fortunate. Happy Birthday Dad.

The Huff family farm in Iowa, where dad grew up.

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