I’m having a lot of fun telling people about my Step Dad, Pat, who is now 70 years old. He was a war baby and I met him I think when I was around 5 years old so he’s been in my life for a long time. He’s a big tall guy from Texas and he’s always been a kinda quiet giant. He likes to hunt, he likes to cook, and he always has a book that he’s in the middle of reading (sometimes with his eyes closed). As I write this, I’ll be going up to West Virginia to see him and my mother to celebrate and, as his birthday treat, he’s asked us all to go out to a BBQ joint in Moorefield. I checked it out on the internet. It looks a little rustic. At 70, I probably shouldn’t doubt his food choices cause he seems to be doing just fine. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAT!