Dad in my office in April 1987

In early 1987, my father was 76 years old and he was still walking to
and from the university campus near his home, the campus I worked on.
He'd been still taking courses just a few years before this, but in
1987 I think he was just using the library and taking advantage of
being on campus to talk to people. He never ordinarily came to my
office, so this day was notable enough that I took several pictures.
The supermarket bag contained library books that he was returning, or
taking home. Perhaps he was tired with such a heavy load and he just
wanted to rest in his son's office. Maybe not -- he rarely got, or
showed he was, tired.

Dad was well known around campus for his sartorial independence and
for his plastic bags filled with books. That pair of woolen pants, by
the way, was very important to him. He said he had raised the sheep,
sheared the wool, spun the wool, and woven the material for it and for
a woolen jacket, back in the 1930s. He paid someone to shape them
into fitting clothes. The jacket was a wonderful tweed-like "sports
coat." I've no reason to doubt his word about all that.

He was extremely disappointed when, a few years after this, a couple
of my sisters decided neither was fit to be worn and threw them out.

But look at his boots! I'd wear them.

The neck brace, by the way, was a de rigeur accessory for him for a
couple of years. He had had a minor car accident, but it left him
with neck and back pain. It eventually passed.

This was Kodak VRG-100 film (CA100 on the negative edge), shot in a
Contax 139 I used at work. Turned a little in PSP to make it
straighter than I actually shot it.