For all of the fairy tales and songs you made up, just for me, thank you. You were teaching me about creativity and imagination.
For the time you gave me the Talking Heads "Little Creatures" album on vinyl for my 10th birthday, thank you. You were helping me develop a lifelong love affair with music of all kinds, and making sure I was way ahead of the curve.
For all of the Singer, the Wodehouse, the Hemingway, the Vonnegut, thank you. You were stoking the flames of what has become a true passion for the written word.
Thank you for the time you made your editor help me with that video for my history project. And thank you for driving me that morning, just before dawn, down to central Ohio, for my first college visit. It is still one of my favorite quiet memories.
Thank you for all of the trips to Vollmar's Park. Thank you for taking my direction, at age 4, when we were playing "The Rescuers" for the 200th time. And thank you for all of the improv singing in the car. I still can't hear "The 12 Days of Christmas" without smiling.
For the gift of faith, thank you. For your patience, your humor, your advice, thank you.
For helping me become who I am, and always loving me, no matter what, thank you.
I love you, Dad. Happy Father's Day.