November tends to be a celebratory time for my family. For one thing, we like to eat, and November in the United States offers a holiday focused largely around sharing a large meal (as opposed to Christmas, which centers on buying lots of stuff, though it features a large meal). For another, many of the family’s birthdays are in November. My own is early in the month, I’ve got a cousin whose birthday follows promptly, and a late uncle came into the world later on in November, many years back.

Today, however, is my father’s birthday. By the time this goes live, I will have called him and made sure his gift is where he can get it. He’s a father well worth being a dutiful son towards, and more than that, he’s a solid human being, hardworking and personable, with whom most anybody ought to count themselves privileged to interact. I’ve gotten to be around him more than most, and I’ve certainly been in a position to learn more from him than nearly anybody else, even if I haven’t always been as good a student to him as I ought to have been.
Even so, I’m glad to be his son. And I hope he continues to have a happy birthday, today and for many todays to come.
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