Raise your hand if you remember Canada's centennial.
OK. But it was a big deal. Especially in the smaller towns. And I was still living up North, in a town known for fishing, canneries, and drunks.
But when they partied during the day, it was FUN! And look at all the COOL cars in the background.
It's funny. I look at that photo, and I don't really see my dad. He's about 60 pounds heavier now, but still svelte (he was a skinny wiry boy, he was, in his early years with the Mounties). I see Skip a bit in his face, and the openness of his gaze. And I see Kelly in my little blonde-fringed face.
I guess there's no fighting against genetics. You get what you get.
Happy 100th Anniversary Canada... July 1, 1967,