I was digging through some old photos in Ottawa and discovered the evolution of my Dad.
Here he is below joining the airforce at 10 years old. He had to lie about his age and say he was 11.
Here he is at 12, ready to kick some man ass.
Here's another....Hey! It's my Mom!
Instead the air force assigned him to our military base in Iraq. Here's Mom and him celebrating Christmas with Saddam Hussein. Even dictators love a good barbecue before a torture session.
Here he is back home for a true Canadian Christmas. Look how happy he is.
This must be him all gussied up ready for Church (doesn't he look like one of the moral majority?), while Mom stays home to honor the Lord in her own way, with a stiff drink - probably a rum and coke, Jesus' favorite.
Here's me with the girl hair that drove Dad crazy.
But Holy Crap! Even he was kind of a damn hippie himself in the early 70s! But he still swears that the Beatles were just a gimmick - even as he proudly displays his mod shirt and apache scarf.
Here's Dad and Uncle George who is wearing his John Lennon cap and getting a stern lecture from the ol' man.