In the first picture, you'll see my father and myself taking part in one of our favorite pasttimes: micturating into large bodies of water. Not really. In fact, we were actually at Lake Erie for a family wedding, and it was about 10-15 deg F cooler up on the lake than everywhere else in the greater Rochester Area.
Unlike many people, I'm grateful to be able to say truthfully that my father is a good man. To the man who taught me how to be a man: Thanks dad.
Postlogue: My brother's a pretty good dad too.