Every once in a while, I'm humbly reminded that my parents were once young and *gasp* probably pretty damn Cool. You never think of this when describing your own parents, but then again every generation believes they invented Cool (it just happens to mask under slightly altered descriptors: groovy, tubular, radical, awesome or happening).
My point is this: Hunter and I visited my mom yesterday where she passed along what was once a relic in my tiny family...This photo of my dad. My young, Cool dad. It was taken during one of my parents many road trips in their 20s, and my brother and I used to marvel at this man we never knew -- long hair, aviator shades, leather boots and a motorcycle. I share it here as the first time it has touched digital form.
Oh and by the way, my dad is still Cool. In his late 50s, he bought a Mini Cooper which H has lovingly dubbed 'the Papa Car.' If that isn't Cool, I don't know what is.
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