|This was the look I got - more or less - from ages 10 -25|
You don't do much better when it comes to dads. He was a busy guy when we were kids, making a career to put food on plates and all that, but he was always engaged and around. Heck, the man endured permanent hearing loss after acting as a bouncer at my high school's "Battle of the Bands" and getting stationed next to the speaker stack. He was there for soccer and basketball games, concerts during my foray into tuba-playing, and showed up to see all my bad acting in high school. And he was some sort of officer of the parents' drama club auxillary.
More than that, he was always around for a chat. I don't know how many other dads were good at that, but The Admiral was always ready to listen and to call bullshit on me when the time was right. See the above stare.
The man put me through college, supported me and Jamie as we got married, and helped me buy my first cars, used and new. And, he taught me to drive. So there's that. And, he was the one who decided it was totally cool if we watched Rated-R action movies as long as my mom didn't know.
All in all, a good guy.
I'll see you tomorrow, Dad. We'll have some brisket.