![]() By: Dan Roberts - Publisher “What are you doing?” I said to my dad. We were talking outside his home, and out of nowhere, he had come to a complete stop, snapped to attention and saluted the volunteer patrol car as it made its daily rounds. “They’re pretend cops,” he said with his smile. “I figured I would give them a pretend salute.” That was my dad. He’s gone now but (as always) I think of him; especially with Father’s Day occurring this month. In his own way, my dad taught me about life, love and the meaning of family. He was my role model and there surely can be no higher tribute or compliment in honoring a person, than to try and imitate him.
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![]() By: Dan Roberts - Publisher "It's nice to meet you." I replied. And then pointing to Rana, "This is..." I froze. For those that know me, it must be impossible to believe that I was (for a moment at least) at a loss for words. You see, I have this problem. I still don't know how to refer to Rana when it comes to public introductions. I have no doubt that regular readers of this column are well aware of my previous writings concerning my family - especially my life with Amy. |
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