It’s hard to wrap my mind around it, but here we are, October 2024. How is it possible that so many years have flown by? This time of year always brings a swirl of emotions, and now more than ever, because my dad, Chris Herbolsheimer—"Herby" to just about everyone—would have turned 70 years old on the 23rd of this month. Seventy! It seems impossible to picture him at that age. Herby, the guy who always had a laugh at the ready, the one who never seemed to slow down, would be hitting a milestone that feels both surreal and strangely fitting.
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