I think about my dad every day. His name is Ray Lewis Lutz and he passed away in 1986. He was the best man I have ever known, bar none. I don’t ever recall him losing his temper with me, and heaven knows there were hundreds of times he could have. He was just a good guy and I was his only child so there was a special bond there, even more than most fathers and sons have.
We did everything together. He took me to sports events from the time I can remember and I’m sure that it is because of him that I still have this great love for sports. Incidentally, that has been passed down to my son, Jeff. And I’m sure he will pass it down to his children.
I had the best dad anyone could ask for. He was so proud of me and, ultimately, I became very proud of him. It’s too bad it takes kids so long to appreciate their parents, isn’t it?
Anyway, I didn’t want to let Father’s Day slip by without a mention.