My dad, starting me off right.
My dad is awesome.
In the 70s, he basically looked like Brian Tallet and Rance Mulliniks had a baby.
You may not know him by name, but if you've ever seen the large celestial body known as The Moon, my dad singlehandedly hung it there.
Daddy, thanks for: baseball, self-reliance, proper spelling and grammar (when it's important, ie not the blogosphere), baseball, discipline, common sense, the somewhat sophisticated British sense of humour, the somewhat less sophisticated British high alcohol tolerance; common courtesy, the courage to be myself... and did I mention the baseball?