Soundtrack. . .
My Dad is something of a . . . gentle giant. Kind, helpful, quiet. Clever, strong, creative. He's the kind of man you want as a neighbor, a friend, a co-worker. He's passionate -- about his family, his sports teams, his hobbies. He's the kind of man you want in your corner. He's certainly the kind of man you want as a Father!
Over the years, I've learned a lot from my Dad.
How to swing a hammer, hang a picture, use a drill, change a tire.
How to do a double-jump in checkers, play Parcheesi, count a cribbage hand.
How to pay attention to the details.
How to think through and visualize a project . . . long before beginning.
How to measure twice and cut once.
How, oftentimes, things just work out best when you prop a pencil behind your ear and whistle while you work.
How, sometimes, the best thing to do is just. . . rip it out and start fresh.
How to sit back and take pride in a job well done.
Happy Birthday, Dad! Thanks for all you've taught me. . . and thanks for being in my corner. Every day!
All of the photos included in this post are from my Dad's model railroad. His first Lionel train set - received as a 4-year-old - inspired him to "play with trains" for the rest of his life. He designs the layouts; he builds all of his structures from scratch; he forms each tree; he carves the stone and rock formations; he paints and places each character; he restores and paints each locomotive and car. His railroad is a labor of love; his passion. He is . . . The Station Master.