My daddy’s birthday is today.
He is 69 years old, and he is the oldest and best-looking of the six brothers and sisters.
I’m not just saying that because he’s my own personal daddy.
I’m saying it because it’s a matter of fact.
He told me so. He’ll tell you so if you call him up and ask him.
Daddy is smart and funny and has more integrity than anybody I know, and if I need to know the answer to something, I call him up and he’ll tell me.
You can always count on him to have a pen and some fingernail clippers.
If truly decent men ever ending up being president, they’d pick Daddy, because he’d whip it all into shape in a hurry and then get in his truck and go on about his business, dogs and children trailing behind him like they always have, always do, and always will.
He’s a champ. I’m glad he’s having another birthday. And I hope he has many, many more.