My brother Joe was born on my Dad’s 30th birthday. Quite the birthday present, eh? My Dad just turned…well let’s just say he’s “over the hill.” That way, I won’t get in trouble for telling his age. He does however look good for a blankety-blank year old, as I am often reminded. Must be those good ol’ Norwegian genes.
Here are a few favorite pictures of both these guys. And please excuse the age/quality of some of these pictures. Dave just taught me how to scan pictures correctly and I am now becoming a pro with photoshop. And when I say “pro” I mean I am becoming a bit less frustrating to Dave when I ask him how to do something.