At the tender age of seven, my father decided that Lynwood wasn't a cool enough name and rechristened himself Oscar. He holds the 10k road race record for 52-year-olds in Tennessee. He makes the best spaghetti sauce in the world (the trick is honey). When his mother had to be moved to a nursing home, he visited her every night for six years until the day she died, and I am not even kidding. He taught me how to suck-siphon gas out of the truck's tank to fill the lawn mower, how to touch type and program in BASIC, and that you have to roll with the punches in a bureaucracy. In short, I'm lucky that my one-week-old cousin Laura Kelly was in a good mood the day he went to visit her, or otherwise he wouldn't have thought, "Hm, that's a pretty cute baby. Maybe I want one of those."