He was funny, kind, generous.
He could fix ANYTHING.
He had a map in his head and never got lost.
He enjoyed a crisp, refreshing beer occasionally.
He always had a stubby pencil with him -- you never know when you might need it. My son has inherited this trait and has several of these in the bottom of his backpack.
He worked hard and enjoyed life.
I keep this photograph of me and my dad, enjoying Leinenkugels Honey Weiss together at my wedding, in my office.
Happy Birthday, Dad. Miss you.