In true slacker fashion, I am resorting to sending Father's Day greetings again via the miracle of the internet. Seems I have a nasty habit of forgetting to buy cards for these sorts of occasions. But hey, I am saving a tree somewhere in the world by taking this route.
Anyway, here is an early Father's (Dad's) Day greeting to one Wesley Harvey Green, affectionately known as Whitey back in the hood. Speaking of the hood, my parents visited recently and we took a short trip to San Antonio and back over Memorial Day weekend. On the way back, we stopped in Copperas Cove, near Ft. Hood, where we lived while Dad was stationed there from 1968-1970.
I have heard many stories in the ensuing years about this place, but had not been back since we pulled up out stakes and high-tailed it back to L.A. in 1970. Dad has always insisted that the place was one of the nicer rental properties available at the time. They paid the princely sum of $75/month in rent, including utilities back then. The place has gone downhill a bit since then (as you can see above), but it was still nice to roll through and see it.
From these most meager beginnings, I have progressed to a most blessed life. Most of the credit goes to my folks. We never lived terribly high on the hog, but were never lacking for anything that mattered. Dad sacrificed a lot and worked his tail off to provide for us. Now as he approaches retirement age, I hope he takes some time to savor all that he has accomplished and that we, his children, have accomplished through his efforts.
Thanks Dad!
