Happy Fathers Day, Dad! Just a few photos of you and me over the years. Thank you for always being there for me. For all the camping trips and ghost stories, snow forts in the backyard, being all-time QB when Mike and I played football. For teaching me to drive and taking me up to Madison every Fall. For tennis games and basketball in our drive way. For the time you burnt the hell out of the Ribs, because we were busy talking about life. For teaching me algebra in 7th grade, even though I would yell and complain at the table. I love you Dad.
Thank You!
