By now you must all know I am obsessed with S ’mores. But this is not about me. This is about fathers. Or at least one father – mine.
So much of who I am is shaped by my father; from him I received my sense of responsibility, my work ethic, my drive, an appreciation for baseball, and a propensity for procrastination. He may have also passed along his sweet tooth to me. My Dad taught me my multiplication tables, how to balance a check book