My dad is cool. A man of few words, he still gets his point across and his feelings know. He’s a “good ol’ boy” and I mean that in every good way possible. His memory is astounding (something I happily inherited from him). His outlook on the world is definitely his own. When many men in my position would find their paths diverging from their father’s, I’m finding myself closer than ever to him. It gives me a great deal of pride to say “that’s my Dad.”
Happy Fathers’ Day, Dad.
Here we are at my 30th birthday party in 1998. He had just announced to the entire party “That’s my boy!”