Satan's Bloodline

Okay, so maybe he's not quite that wicked, but man is my father a real grumpy asshole with a sick sense of humor...and fortunately, some of it rubbed off on me during my more easily influenced younger years. So as a tribute to the man, here's a few photos of my Pops and I from a recent visit to Portland from his home in Northern Cali.

He's always had this weird pointing fixation in pictures....(Cannon Beach).

Checking out the new Portland Pork Barrel Project that is the Tram.

See, there's that pointing finger again. Told you he's batshit crazy.
Much love, Pops.

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