Not everyone has perfect childhood memories. I have many.

Not everyone has perfect childhood memories. I have many.

Growing up, you were a “doing” dad. Always fixing, building, cleaning, grilling and planting. I suppose it was the Eagle Scout in you, or maybe the devout Catholic. I seldom knew your thoughts. You shared few words, memorable phrases: “Waste not, want not.” “The early bird gets the worm.” “There is no time like the present.” I suspect that you invented your version of fatherhood. I knew you were the oldest of seven, and at a young age butchered …