I can’t let July 7th pass without remembering my father, who was born on this day in 1936. Here is a photo taken on his 30th birthday.
Today is also special because it’s the 40th anniversary of the day I first set foot in England. It was the beginning of a lifelong love affair. I don’t have a photo of Liverpool, the place where we arrived on a ship from Montreal, so I am using a photo of Shropshire instead.