Dad had a lot of talents. Unlike me who, was afforded the opportunity to exercise those talents, my Dad's laid fairly undeveloped. Such is life.

One of those talents was his ability to write. My sister and I have letters from Dad that were witty and dare I say it, poetic. A son's eye perspective anyway.

I just read one prior to the creation of this tribute. I heard his voice again ...

Dad read a lot as well. When I found the Yoga books he read, my jaw hit the floor. Here was a man who read some of the stuff I read.

Go figure, a Catholic Polish American who flirted with some of that Asian stuff.

Sound familiar.