Bruce Buchanan age 9 months with his mom Gerturde Buchanan

Happy Fathers Day.

My dad. He is from Helper Utah, a small mining town. He was born in San Diego, CA. He grew up at 16 South Main Street. He sold Halloween candy on the street the week after Halloween. He grew up walking to a malt shop and chatting with Al Vetri. He went to a catholic school in Junior High. He grew up fishing and hunting. His father was a hard working coal miner. His dad come home every day with black, soot covered hands. My dad said to himself. "I am going to get an education so I don't ever have to work on the mines. My dad got his PhD. He now has his own company and does land reclamation on strip mines in NM. Funny how we think we run away from something and we run right back to it. His office is on main street. He loves walking down the street and saying hi to friends, just like when he was a kid. He still fishes, almost every day. He always has a story for something. My dad knows no strangers. My dad was always the cool dad growing up that dressed so nice, just like he remembers his grandpa dressing. (picture above with his grandpa, Dad age 9 months.)He loves his children. He loves to ski and still goes every winter. He skis with grace not speed. He loves garage sales. He loves the mountains. He is one of the hardest workers I know. He never grounded us as kids, if we came home late or did something dumb we just had to listen to hours of stories of him growing up. He has overcome many trials in his life. The greatest gift he has given me is that he taught me that my Heavenly Father loves me. Happy Fathers day Dad. I love you!