My father would be turning 62 today (July 12). We would be ribbing him on his age, his inability to finish projects on time, and laughing at his ridiculously corny jokes. There would be chocolate cake, Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream, and Diet Dr. Pepper. In an alternate universe, Dad would probably still be teaching high school history, geography, and, begrudgingly, economics, and sharing his passion with anyone who would listen. Riding in his truck, you would hear the likes of ZZ Top, Alison Krauss, or some other genuinely authentic musician that pleased his eclectic palate.