You don’t get to choose what you remember about your dad.
Mine wasn’t around a lot, and when he was – well, he wasn’t what you’d call a role model. So I never really learned to use tools, or tie a Windsor Knot, or talk sports like all the other guys. But life is not all sports and tools. I like to focus on the good things he gave me, like my sense of humor, a joy of learning, and especially his amazing ability to see the wonder in everything, big and small.
My favorite memory of my dad is kind of dumb, really. I only visited him once in California, and one day he took me with him on a job. I rode in the van, and climbed the ladder up onto the roof, and handed him tools. That’s a big deal to an eight year old boy. I…
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