It was Daddy -my adoption father- who taught me the love and appreciation for the written word. So, for all the newspaper comics he read to me as a child, all the novels he painstakingly read to me after his time in Vietnam (and with my six year old brain tried, at least to follow), for the Dickens stories and books he insisted I read, for the picture books I made and for which he illustrated, for the Mark Twain he'd buy for me when our school library refused to carry them, for the Tolstoy he had me read to him, and for all the Stephen King novels I bought and he scoffed over -until the day I found him reading them in his den, lol- HAPPY FATHERS DAY, Daddy!