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My dad

Dear Dad

I know you really hate it when I talk about you here on this blog, but I’m thinking that every daughter in North America could say the same thing and it’d be cool.

You taught me some stuff that’s come in handy. I know how to operate most power tools, tie a lure, and shoot a pistol. I can also chart a stock the old fashioned way and run a mile in a decent amount of time.

Mostly Dad, you told me to never drink cheap champagne. So as I stand here with your Granddaughter who is eating fresh fruit, tofu corn dogs, and most of my caviar, I think she got it from you Dad.

So thanks. I think. And can I borrow some money? Because feeding Jane is kinda expensive.