When my brother and I were kids, we used to say that Pop, my mother’s father, had a golden egg on his head. I am not sure for what purpose this imaginative observation served, other than being a childish explanation for why his bald spot would shine in the sun, but it has remained a fond memory of my grandfather ever since.
Today, my mom’s family is celebrating my Pop’s 90th birthday somewhere in Oregon. Because I am unable to celebrate this joyous event with him, I am sending my love, best wishes, and 3 big hugs (courtesy of my mother) through the world wide web.
Raise your glasses to a man who watched Aladdin with us as many times as we wanted, a man who’s sly and sometimes unexpected humor can bring you to tears, a man who is loved and admired by all who know him.
Happy Birthday, Pop!