This is my father and me, circa about — well, let’s just say a long time ago. Love that skinny tie, Dad!
My father’s always been my champion and hero. He’s directly responsible for me growing up to be a writer, thanks to the hours of bedtime stories he read to me and my sisters, reams of paper with which he provided me, endless patience he displayed in cheering on my fledgling efforts (which he always took seriously), and of course the copy of Strunk & White’s Elements of Style that he tucked into my Christmas stocking when I was 12.
Thanks for everything, Dad. I love you!