While searching my slides a couple of days ago I came across my favourite picture of my father, standing in a field of alfalfa on their land, with the late, great, Opus at his side. It was taken perhaps 20 years ago, or more.
Last Sunday, my father turned 80. I could think of no where on earth that I would have rather been, but once again I was far too far away to join my family. When I think upon my life, the influences on it, the things that make me who I am, there is no doubt from where the good parts came from. My father remains, by a huge margin, my biggest role model. He is the man I wish I was.