Well dad turned 92 years old today. I had asked him what he wanted for his birthday, he thought about it for awhile and answered matter of factly, "get me some sandpaper, I am out of sand paper". When you are still making 3 dozen some odd canoe paddles and 3 dozen cribbage boards yearly, it takes a lot of sand paper. I guess when your 92 years old you have gathered about all the cloths, tools, and other items to last a life time and don't need to much. Just get me some sand paper. He had a dream a couple of weeks ago that he and mom were going to live another ten years. They had just celebrated their 60th wedding aniversary. I guess they plan on celebrating their 70th wedding aniversary then. I can't imagine that. I will be 70 years old and you don't know how old that will make me feel. Of course dad is 32 years older than me so I guess my opinion is not particularily important. I will let you all in on a secret. Dads been telling folks he is getting old and won't last much longer for the last twenty years. That way everybody will give him their orders for paddles and cribbage boards to make before "he goes". Even at this age he has his sales pitch ready. He was watching a western on the tube, got up to go to the shed to "work". Seems as if my brother broke the handle on a mallet and dad was to put a new handle on it. Everybody brings dad their tools to put new handles on them. I sure am getting old. Happy Birthday LeVerne Oveson, I hope you make it another 92 years as I still have a lot to learn.

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