It's been a while since I've contributed to this blog. In my defense, I'm lazy.
Today's my dad's birthday. He was born on January 7, 1948, so by my count that makes him... 94 years old.
(In addition to being lazy, I'm also quite stupid).
Here we see him as a young man, wielding the bat he would later use to beat the unholy crap out of me.
(In addition to being lazy and stupid, I'm also compulsively dishonest. In fact, my father never beat me with a baseball bat, despite the fact that I most certainly deserved a severe batting between the ages of 13 and 22).
And here we see an honestly paternal moment between Joe Bradley and the aforementioned, batting-deserving son.
Note the beer, cigarette, and wood paneling. The seventies were an awesome time, and I think we'd do well to try to make 2009 look more like 1977.
Happy Birthday, Dad!