Dad and his best friend.

This afternoon I took my parents to the family reunion of my Dad's best friend.  My dad met his friend when he arrived in this country in 1952 and they have been friends since then.   Since my parents moved to Vancouver nearly 4 years ago they have only seen each other three times.  It was fun watching them catch up.  My dad is on the right.  I better get this posted before it's tomorrow, late for me to blip!  They didn't want the party to end.