18,615 days (or so)

In his natural habitat, the hard-working man is almost always more comfortable in flannel.

My pops turns 51 today. I called home to wish him a happy birthday and found out he was at work. If I could have three wishes, one of them would be early retirement and a hefty pension for him, so he could get away from that paper mill and pursue his Civil War re-enactment passion full-time.

I can't think of anything that might make him happier.