A Lovely Coincidence

I have several of Dad's old art books - this being one of them. And like most of the books, I have no idea how I ended up with it. 

Oh, there are a few I kept because I liked the artist or the book held sentimental value - or more than likely, some amount of both. But I have far more than a few sentimental keepsakes.

This one doesn't ring a bell. I can safely say that however many years I've had it, I've never opened it - until today.

Turns out, there were several black and white, 8x10's of Dad inside. 

If it were a few days earlier, I would say this was somehow connected to Dad's birthday - his birthday being on October 2nd and all. 

And if it were a few days later, I would say it was somehow connected to my birthday. 

Or, more than likely, it was nothing more than one of those multitudes of meaningless coincidences that fill any arbitrary day.

But for now, I think I'll pretend it had something to do with my birthday.

Thanks Dad.