I'm dealing with writer's block; not for lack of things to say, but for the overwhelming task of trying to properly immortalize in a blog a fitting tribute to Dad.
Dad is a retired teacher by profession, but a forever teacher to me. He's taught me to have confidence in convictions, and to allow others to hold their own beliefs. He's taught me it's OK to be a little different. (Who else lived in an underground house, kept boa constrictors in the living room, fought off scotch broom with the help of goats, and all this without a TV?!) He and Mom gave me what every child should have: a stable, calm, home where love and laughter resided.
Thanks, Dad. Happy Father's Day!