Two pictures today in honour of what would have been my dad’s 73 birthday. I think both of these things would have made my father proud.
First: me in a recent hockey game. There was a conference in town not to long ago that my workplace was involved with and part of this conference is that they host a pick up game of hockey. Even though I didn’t go to the conference, as it was focused on an area of research that I don’t do research in, I still got to play in the hockey game. I’m the short one in the dark jersey of the left.
And, of course, he’s a photo of me flagrantly disobeying a sign:
I’m feeling sad today, thinking about my dad. Too sad to write anything profound, so the pictures will have to suffice.