One of my favorite stories about my Dad was just his work ethic and stability, he was an extremely hard worker > wake up at 4am leave by 5:30am > back by 4pm hang out with us for a bit > go outside build stuff or lawn stuff > have dinner > read the paper, smoke a cigarette > shower > then repeat the day, on the weekends he would work almost a full day but he really didn’t watch tv, he used to try to instill that work ethic in me at an early age around 5-6 years old but I was extremely spoiled by my Mom so I would get out of a lot of stuff my older brothers would have to do.

He still would try though but I was very much my own person eventually I think he realized that there was no changing my ways and he started embracing my artistic side that I was so drawn to. That was when he would call me in front of all his friends to show me off to do portraits of them and start buying me paints, materials and allow me to be in my own world etc…

Looking back I think he taught me the value of having a great work ethic, and routine which I try to live by to this day. So in a round about way he did accomplish it. Because back than no matter how mundane my Father might’ve appeared to us it was always progress moving forward and stability that everyone was dependent on to do great things inside/out of the family and I gotta say that’s a hallmark of a great Dad.