I miss my Dad.He never went to a 4-yr college but he was smarter than any ivy-leaguer I have ever met. He was not an avid hunter or huge gun fanatic, but he taught me that animals were food before pets, when need be, and how to shoot a gun to drop a predator, man or animal, dead. My dad worked his butt off from blue collar to white, and I remember from the conversations he had with my mother, his peers never let him forget where he came from. He didn't always show his emotion, probably because he was too worried trying to figure it all out and wanted to spare the ones he loved most.Quality time with my dad was sparse, and cherished, but never as cherished as now. I feel like an idiot for having accumulated paper degrees and money in the bank, but not having the moxie to get things done, like a freakin patio. I miss my Dad.