Father’s Day

My father was born into crushing poverty in eastern Kentucky, left home at age 14, joined the Air Force at age 17, got his GED, went to Princeton, taught himself French and Arabic, and could play the piano, the trombone, and the bass fiddle as a professional.

An amazing man, with an amazing story, made possible only because he had the good fortune and common sense to marry an amazing wife, my mom. My brother and I would have been lost without her.

I am grateful, every single day, for his example.