Maybe Mike McKown seems serious, but here is a picture of him with nachos so I'll let you decide.
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| What a guy. These nachos are in an adult size batting helmet. |
Can you feel his joy through your computer screen? I thought so. From my dad I learned to celebrate life's gifts like nachos and baseball. Go to a game with this man. As soon as your ticket is scanned Mike is on a mission: That mission is nachos. He swears up and down no park will ever surpass the amount of sour cream at Busch Stadium, but he may have met his match at Miller Park. "He gave me 3 scoops of sour cream. THREE SCOOPS!"
Dad oozes happiness about the most interesting of things: nachos, assorted electrolyte beverages, baseball, jerseys, making cassette tapes of his lines for church plays, exercise, shopping & corresponding people watching, nachos, etc. What a fun guy.
If I could only use one word to describe Dad it would be good. Dad always tries to the right thing, which is so very admirable to me. He is unflinchingly fair which was frustrating as a child (let's remember when he was a ref at my game and called five fouls on me!); but actually he was helping me be independent--a real gift.
Dad, I sure do love you. Happy day!
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