I'm like my old man in just a few of his ways...........hopefully the good ones. His good points......hard-working, tough, good friend, and determined. His bad points..........selfish, crappy dad, crappy grandfather, and did I mention selfish?

But he was a tough s.o.b. I've pulled him off guys on the side of the freeway, restaurants, golf courses, etc, all the while he's punching their faces in. I could tell a million tales, here's a couple of favorites: He's teaching Drivers Ed, three teens in the car, a guy pulls up in a pickup next to them at a stoplight. The guy rolls down his window and says, "why don't you teach them dumb kids how to drive!" and pulls away. My dad tells the 15 year old girl to follow the guy. She does, for miles and finally the guy pulls into his driveway. My dad gets out and decks the guys before he can say anything. Cuts the guy cheek with the punch. Grabs him and drags him back to the car and makes him apologize to the kids.

Another........I'm following my dad in my car on 405. A guy cuts him off and dad honks his horn. The guy flips him off. Bad call. Traffic backs up and stops. I set the brake, my wife asks me what's going on. Before I can answer, my dad has the guy's head by the hair layed over the driver's door and is thumping him like a watermelon. I grab dad and off we go.

Last one.............he's driving his pickup and slows down for a stoplight. Punk and his girlfriend cut him off in their hot rod. They laugh and flip him off. The light is now red. My dad yells out, "in a hurry M*#&er Fu#$er? Then puts his truck bumper on the back of the guy's car and pushes him into the intersection. The chick is screaming, the guy is trying to brake, but the truck is too powerful. The guy finally peels away into traffic.

My old man fought in carnivals(1950's). Was recruited to fight Golden Gloves, was 5'10" 190 and could bench press 400#. And had the anger of rabid gorilla. Try growing up with that. He once told me when I was 15 that if I ever did drugs, he would nail me against a wall without a hammer. I didn't do drugs.

Between my dad and ex-wives I could write a book.