Getting caught up with work a bit this afternoon and listening to a radio show regarding Fathers and memories. It makes me think back to growing up as a kid with a near perfect childhood. Dad was always involved, putting in time with 4-H and helping coach all the sports I loved to play. We spent a lot of time taking grounders in the driveway and out in the machine shed, which converted into an indoor basketball court (as soon as we backed the skid loader out) and he always made sure that my sister and I had our hogs shined up just right for the County Fair. He gave me room to grow up on my own, but I knew he was never too far away. Thanks Dad.