My old man grew up in a small Southern Oregon town named Central Point, a fairly conservative and rural place back in the late 1960s. It’s still mostly that way, however there’s a Sonic Drive-In right about where this picture was taken.

The Robert Redford type character on the back holding the 22-ouncer is our protagonist, my dad.

He has always been mechanically inclined (unlike me) and had lots of fix-er-up projects like this blue scooter to keep him occupied in these pre-internet days.

The baby face and flat stomach has changed a bit since this photo was taken, but the spirit of the character has remained the same. He’s still got grease-covered hands, dirty jeans and will forever be following his own pursuits of happiness.

Dad and I set up the screen and projector and talk about family history when I visit. Most folks think of it as a mundane activity, but it’s nothing but pure joy for us. ~shared by @ericloeffler