Thanks to my wife, my kids, our extended family and friends, and the many readers who chimed in with their best wishes as I hurtle inexorably towards death – my birthday.
Perhaps the best gift of all came from my co-birthday sharer and daughter, herself a newly minted sweet sixteen.
She presented her old dad with this shirt:
I sent a picture of it to a friend and explained where it came from. He asked, “Is that the dude who hijacked a plane and jumped out the back with all the money? How does she even know about him?” My response? “She is my daughter.” We’ve been watching DB Cooper documentaries since she was a baby.
She tells me I am required to wear it through security from now on.
I love that girl.
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