Today would have been my fathers 79th birthday. He passed back in 1983. That this question finds me today is like a little hello from him. My father was big in auto racing, and worked on a lot of pit crews. He was a racing expert, and was an advisor on the stunt driving in the movie Bullet. Mostly, tho, he was a tire man, and worked very hard, putting in 10 hour days, 6 days a week. My Mom used to take us kids down to his work, and we wouldn’t tell him we were there. We just all watched him work from across the shop. My Mom doing that instilled a work ethic in all of us. My Dad loved watching sports, and would sit on the couch on Sundays eating popcorn with Parmasion Cheese and cut bits of Salami. I rarely saw him raise his voice to my Mom. He was very strict with us, when we were young, but he softened after we hit 18, which was about the time of his first heart attack. I am not sure which caused what. I owe my Dad everything. I was lucky to have such a father.