Sheldon Jacobson: Dad, you were right
When I was a boy, my father was my hero. He could do nothing wrong. What he said was always right, and what he did had no fault. At night, when my father would make his nightly rounds, saying good night to each of his children, I, the only boy of three, was the last to be visited by him and received the most time and attention. These times still stick in my mind, after more than 50 years.