I’ve written about my dad several times: here. And here. And here.

He shows up in many stories, like this one. And this one, too.

My dad loved his family and his friends, good food, bad puns and living life to the fullest.

He loved Guinness, and Jimmy Buffett, and practical jokes.

He would have been 67 years young this June.

His laughter lives on in our hearts.

Miss you, big guy.