Forty-one years ago, I lost my father to cancer. He always said that he lived too soon. He was a veteran of World War II and the Korean War. He loved photography and would be fascinated by what computers, iPads, and cell phones do today. He took pictures of my high school performances and gave me college acting books. He missed my high school, college, and law school graduations, but I think his spirit traveled with me on those educational journeys and is with me still. On this 100th post, I cherish the memories of special times we spent together.