Daniel
What can I say about my Dad. He was a tough one. Hard to love, but we did anyway. He taught me how to shoot a rifle and how to drive. One of my favorite memories was actually when he was teaching me to drive. It was in this old sky blue tow truck when were up for the weekend in wildwood. It had a manual shifter and I kept stalling the damned thing. It also had a bad starter, so every time I would stall it Dad would have to get out and bang on the starter with a hammer to get her going again. Needless to say I still barely know how to drive stick since he got pretty tired of jumping out to bang on that starter. I love you and I miss Dad. You finally got to take your final ride to fly with the eagles.