At left is a picture of my dad's latest fishing trophies, during a recent trip to Kenosha, Wisconsin. (The guy in the picture is not my dad.)
Two weeks ago, when my first article was published in the Indianapolis Star, my dad called me with a puzzling intro to a conversation.
"Hi, Dad, what's going on with you today?"
"Well, your mom's walking around the house looking for my buttons."
"When I saw your article, I got so proud, my chest puffed up, and all the buttons popped off my shirt, so your mom's off looking for all of them."
How sweet is that?