Singing Steve Miller as loud as possible ("Go onnnnn take the money and RUN!").
Watching old Star Trek reruns.
Teaching me to golf, to bike, to swim, to run, to walk.
For all you've done and still do in my life:
To the funniest story-teller,
the loudest sneezer,
the foremost Kennedy expert,
the best singer,
and the most skilled air guitarist I know:
I'm so blessed to call you "daddy."
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!
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