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!
HAHA Macaroni and gravy!! Great photo!
Move over James Dean, Mr. Salvatore is in the house!
Mr. Salvatore is looking quite cool this morning. I wish I knew something about cars and could appreciate the make/model of that beauty. Happy birthday to you Mr. Salvatore! It makes sense that my bff’s dad shares a birthday with my own dad, different years of course, hope they both have a great day.
And happiest of birthdays to Mr. McMahon! I hope he has a terrific day. Sending you hugs and love, too, BFF!
Great picture! Very handsome guy, for sure! And I love the “Macaroni and gravy”. I remember arguing as a kid whether its “gravy” or “sauce”. We asked my Sicilian Nana who said, “they both mean ragoux”!
Always, always gravy in my house. I woke up to the scent of it bubbling on the stove every Sunday morning!
Me, too! But it was definitely “sauce” in our house! Mangia bene either way!