Aug. 25, 1930

Had he lived, Dad Feets would have turned 80 today.

Maybe we would have had a surprise party for him, as we did on his 70th. At the last minute I cashed in my frequent flyer miles and flew up from Texas - surprising everyone including myself with my stark refusal to miss the celebration.

I love this photo I shot of him just before he blew the candles out, the way he is engaging with the kids -- all of whom absolutely adored him.

Happy birthday, Dad. 

And Dylan. And Eliot, too.

And Mom. (And Stew and Ashley, though I don’t know you.)

This beach billboard is for you.