A Not So Wordless Wednesday

The above photo is a picture of my dad at work, taken probably in 1989 or 90. The patch below it was on the coat he wore in the -55 average winter (August through April) temperature. I found both things in a box  I have stored in the attic of my garage since he died. My mother packed their material lives into carboard boxes and dropped them in my driveway. This box was identified as "Dad's stuff" and was situated such that I looked at it everyday for three and a half years before asking my husband to get it down. It was day nine of BP's oil gushing by the tens of thousands of gallons into the gulf. The irony was not lost on me.