I lost my dad when I was 8. I used to hang out in my dad's shop also in 1968. I remember when I had to use the little boy's room to piss. Don was always trying to get me to catch a charged condensor everytime or when I was cleaning parts in the solvent tank.

Being 18, you are a man now. Things change us for the rest of our lives. Being 49 now, I am grateful just to be around in his presence. I know your dad loved you, so be strong and carry his name proudly. Steve DeTar