Dad's Strong Box

My dad had a strong box where he kept old things that were important to him. It's basically a box of memories that lived in the closet. One of my favorite things to do with my dad was to sift through those things and hear the stories he had for all of them. On my recent trip home, my mom and I pulled out the strong box and looked through it, and I decided to document a few of the things we found.

Dad liked pocket knives.

My brother's first arrest in Kindergarten. (Just kidding!)

That's Dad on the left, pretending to hammer.

Dad did archaeological work with a junior college while he was in the Air Force.

"To the hansumist airman in the Air Force"

My dad and most of his siblings.

"How do you like the Browns this year? They sure are getting off to a bad start."

In the box, my dad had a stack of letters that he had written home over his few years in the Air Force. This is one of them. It's a very typical sentiment for any Cleveland Browns fan. I thought it amusing. Given the kinds of things that my dad saved over the years, it's no wonder where I get my nostalgic side from. It likely has directly contributed to my strong urge to document everything I do, so because of that, I thank my dad for his indirect inspiration.