I woke up just now with a thought....
When I was maybe 7, I remember dad waking me up in the middle of the night to take me to hockey practice. He arranged free ice time when everyone else was done playing for the night, and we'd go out and work on my goaltending. I guess this is what fathers do. I just never said thanks. Thanks dad.
And then some odd 25 years later, I move my sorry ass to the other side of the world, leaving all my responsibilities back in Canada, and my dad takes care of them. Thanks dad.
And then, a week before Christmas, I get the crazy idea to ship drums to Taiwan, and my dad and brother stay up late for my crazy request to put them in one box (as it turns out, two boxes would have been a bit cheaper--sorry guys). Thanks a lot dad and Jon (I'll never really be able to call you Jonsey)
So, just thanks to everyone in my family for always putting up with me. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I hope to be able to hug all of you sometime in 2007.