My father was a man of great principle. In raising seven children to be responsible adults, his strident adherance to his principles were the thing that kept order in the house and his sanity. My sisters hated him for it. He died when I was only fourteen but he passed his fidelity on to me and my only brother. He used to tell me that a man has to believe in things. “The only thing you get by being in the middle of the road is run over!” or “if you don’t stand for something you’ll fall for anything” and...
