Dad

Today would have been my dad's 85th birthday. Obviously he wasn't a cowboy, here he was just posing somewhere near Abetone, on the Tuscan Apennines. It was the mid 60's, my brother and I were just kids, and our family spent long summer vacations up there, in a tiny village called Gavinana.
My father used to work for what was then our State Railway, until he retired in the early 90's. Beyond being a great dad, he was an avid reader, an amateur mathematician, a lover of opera and classical music. He died of a heart attack at the end of September 2001.

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