During our recent Ocean City vacation, my fabulous and fortuitous father successfully reached the venerable age of 60 with all the aplomb and virility of one who still body surfs and throws a MLB worthy fastball. In an effort to secure the not pithy inheritance certain to suceed his descendancy from pastoral ministry, I presented him with a nostalgic film -essentially "sixty years of Neil" photography accompanied by sentimental musicality. In addition, he received a scrapbook compilation of personal tributes and commendations-preeminent-of course- were my solicitous remarks which should make me the "daughter du jour" - that is until Andrew becomes the Phillies number one draft pick. Somehow, I think this might overshadow my most zealous efforts- even our plan to name our soon-to-arrive son, "Neil." Later, we convened for a boisterous family dining adventure at the Crab Trap- the chaos hardly an anomaly to any Kulp gathering -unfortunate-though for the unlucky waitstaff. The celebration and commemorations were certainly enjoyable- a testament to a godly man who still "has it" ...even with the AARP card. 
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