(video inspired by the link on roger's post)
In order to open my porch door this morning, I had to push against a few inches of snow. I love seeing bird tracks in the snow on my porch.
If my father were still alive, he would be celebrating his 105th birthday today. He was born at home in Minneapolis, Minnesota, a few months before World War I started. He was the third of five siblings. His youngest sister is alive and well at 96 years old. Here is my father in his first year of life:
