My father, Frederick Emmett Owen, died 34 years ago in 1979… he was 57 years old. Somehow at the time, in my semi hippy, somewhat drug crazed mind, I thought being older than 57 would be a milestone… if I could make it past 57, I’d out live my father and all would be good. Well here I am, my birthday and I am 58 years old. So of course I made a pizza. And a guava cupcake…
