My Best Man
Well Dad this is to you. You are the best man in my wedding. I love you. My dad grew up as one of eleven kids, so he knows a lot about a lot of things. You can not be 1 of 11 and not figure out how to survive, how to compromise and how to be a good leader or follower. My dad has taught me all of the above. Sometimes he meant to teach those things, but sometimes he did not. I remember one time I got in trouble and had to write sentences about something. After I finished most of them he sat down and talked to me and told me about manners and stuff. The only thing I took away from that whole "lesson" was, "you look people in the eye when they are addressing you." And so I do. Rather, I try. Another time we were at a tree job, dad worked his own tree business for a little while, and the lady [customer] came out and said she wanted all the saw dust cleaned up because she was allergic. I thought that was the most ridiculous thing I had heard, that day. But dad looked at m