Well, we should have done one for the mothers... but I wanted to say thanks here to my father for all he did for me. He shaped my views on politics, literature, and more, and took me to see Bob Dylan (Street Legal tour) and APOCALYPSE NOW when I was 11 and 13, respectively--pretty cool things for a kid my age to see. He also turned me on to some interesting music, such as Brian Eno's MUSIC FOR AIRPORTS. Much more than that, though, he never gave up on our relationship, even through some pretty volatile periods in my teens and early 20's, and he imparted a sensibility of the humane that I still try--or hope--to emulate. He's a big Ted Williams fan, and at one of our lowest points, when we were barely speaking to each other, I met him for lunch in downtown Indianapolis. At the end of a rather strained conversation, I gave him a paperback copy of David Halberstam's SUMMER OF '49. He walked towards his car, looking down at the book, and he smiled then, and I remember thinking, "I hope we get along again some day." We do, and I'm lucky to be his son.