It's Father's Day, and even though I made it clear yesterday that it's not my favorite celebration, I have a great dad and I want to spend this day honoring him. So, some great things about my dad, in no particular order.

He loves me.
He's smart.
He loves me even though I'm a godless liberal.
He considers user's manuals "leisure reading."
He has a habit of watching the local evening news.
He loves my husband (I think).
He devotedly cares for his aging mother.
He loves and respects my mother
He knows the price of scrap steel.
He can fix lots of different kinds of stuff.
He asks me about my cats, even though he doesn't really understand my attachment to them.
He's a "lifer" on the volunteer fire department.
He's got a deeply receded hairline, but you'd never know it because his comb-forward is thick and bushy.
He drinks Miller High Life: "A good beer at an honest price."
He doesn't own a gun.
When he grows them himself, he calls tomatoes "tamaters".
Even though he's allergic, he pets the shop cat.
On Wednesdays he treats the staff with burger night at the American Legion restaurant.
He's scrupulous.