home stretch

I turn 50 today. 

I remember my father's 50th birthday. I was 7. It's from around that time that I have fairly continuous memories of him. 

I find myself comparing him to the man I have become. 

We are very alike, my father and I, in my remembrance. And my mother says it's true: both my brother and I turned out to be very much like our father.

I like that!