Finding Dad

I was about to meet my bio father, Joe, for the first time. My heart was in my mouth as I climbed the steps to his front door in Carlsbad, New Mexico. I knocked on the door, and this avuncular old dude opened it.

He’d been expecting me, but he looked as thunderstruck as I felt.

“My God, it’s like looking in a mirror,” he said.

“Yep, if I was an old dude with a big white mustache I’d look just like you!” I replied.

We sat down, had tequila, and caught up on the previous 38 years. He’s a great bullshitter. And we really do look alike: