November 20, 1920
If my father was alive today he’d be 88 years old.
He died at 67. Hard work killed him.
He grew up during the great depression and had to help support his family at the age of 10. He never finished High School, he joined the Army and served as a Medic in New Caledonia during WWII, met my Mom and produced “Peanuthead” in 1949, li’l sis Peanuthead in 1953, and worked in a sweatshop factory in The Bronx 9 hours a day 6 days a week for 25 years. He finally got a break and transferred to a new job as a maintainence man in a nursing home but all those years of hard work and old age were creeping up on him. After the death of my Mother it seemed like he just lost the will to live. Two years later he called it quits.
So here’s to you “Old Timer” on your 88th birthday.
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I love you Pop.
