Happy birthday to my Dad, Mike Salvatore!
I couldn’t help but smile when I turned the photo album pages this morning and found this gem: Dad, in 1959.
Don’t you love it?
It’s practically a scene out of “Grease”!
Indeed, a piece of Dad’s heart remains in the ’50s, and if you spent an afternoon with him, he’d regale you with tales from his youth, of mischief and cars, girls … and did I say mischief?
Today I’m sure he’s celebrating with a homemade coconut cake (he no doubt snitched an advance piece of it yesterday when Mom was pretending not to look). It’s not Sunday, but there may be macaroni and gravy for dinner anyway.
We’ll celebrate together next week, but in the meantime, happy birthday, Dad!