This is my dad, Paul Peter Dolaski, the photo captures him well.  He was a kind man, and also a gruff man if you didn’t know the bluster of his conversation. His best times were hunting, fishing, having a few (maybe more) beers and being a husband, he was a good father.  He never took a day off work, only a few during deer season. He taught me the ‘outdoors’ how to survive, to love animals (even though he was a hunter).  His approach parenting wasn’t thought out like parenting is in today’s world.  I appeared and that was that.  I learned a great deal from him, and I don’t think it was intentional it just ‘was’.