Reposting this for my son and my brother ...HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Chris and Pete!
Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.”
It’s September 1970 and I’m at an all-day rock festival. In between bands they are blasting the music of Jimi Hendrix because we'd just lost him. A few hours earlier, as I walked out the door, my dad had looked up from his paper long enough to roll his eyes.