To my Book King

My O.G. Book King. You’re the Sensei in that story. Even though Chidori sounds made up, it actually contains all the knowledge you could have possibly imparted to me on topics like Critical Thinking, spirituality, being kind, and you nurtured a thirst in myself to learn more and do better. Just because we should.

You taught me about tying my boat to another’s boat, just so we could prove we would make it, together.

You said that life was full of disappointment, which is true, but not altogether totally positive. It’s another metronome for me. It reminds me to never let my guard down.

You taught me how to dance in a kitchen.

You’re the primary reason I believe Term limits aren’t shocking and exactly what we need. Because they’re all :clowns:. If you aren’t a clown, you cannot get voted in. Bernie.

You are conservative, Christian, but do not like labels that are unfair.

Your perceptions have changed over the years, and that is how I know you’re winning.

You always said you were proud of me, even when you didn’t understand what I’d accomplished. That, folks, is how to Dad properly. I’m just joyful that you’re joyful. Likewise, when you’re sad, I’m discouraged right along with it. I feel responsible for all that’s happened. You are 50% my DNA, good or bad. 50% of these jokes, 50% of my desire to serve, and 100% all heart. It’s slightly better than a strong chin.