Happy Birthday Dad!

My dad does not have Internet access in Hungary and thus he cannot read this. But I called her this morning: over there it was afternoon, and he was busy cleaning tables at his restaurant after lunch hours. We talked a bit about how he was, mostly about how things are in NOLA and Mississippi, and how he was looking forward to seeing us in November when we visit. I promised to call again Sunday when I don't have to run to work.
Hope he can visit us here soon: I know he'd love the open sky and the roads where you can really ZOOM (he drives fast but incredibly safe; one accident, not his fault, in all the almost forty years he'd been on the road), and since he's a certified King of Shopping (tm) and clotheshorse, he'd go bonkers over some of the malls and such here.
And he promised to come over at least when his first grandchild is born, so...
He's turning 63 today. Boldog Szuletesnapot, apus!