I an forever grateful to my Father, born in 1925! We lost my only brother to cancer at the age of 17 in 1964, I was 8. At the age of 10 ish, Dad took me with him every day during the summer to be with him in his one man plumbing, heating, sewer and septic tank service business. Dad had an 8th grade education. Dad taught me plumbing the correct way, how to figure out how it worked, how it was built and what made it tick with common sense. He beat common sense into my head till I began to tick! Dads quote, “Son, Don’t you have any common sense? Son are you paying any attention”

Mom used to ask me how I learned to cook the way I do, I’d tell her it was her. But I was always watching and having a mind of a sponge for anyone doing their craft.

Father, my Dad, I am forever grateful that you took the time to add me into your daily life when maybe as a child my mind may have been with my friends at the lake or swimming pool.

Enough said, my old eyes are watery, BUT I meant what I said.
Your son will not realize what you have taught him until maybe the next 20 years in his life!

Thank you for passing your skills on to your children.
Denny O

ps: sorry for the rant but you caught me in the moment.

How would you say that blend compares to Jimmy Dean original or hot? Or Bob Evans?