My dad puts up with a lot of crap for and from me.

My dad has always respected my opinion-- even if he goes on to show me how I am totally wrong.

My dad has what my friends refer to as "The Voice of God". It is used in three situations: a) When he wants to be heard, b) when he's preaching, and c) when he's laughing. I can recognize that laugh from anywhere.

My dad has two wardrobes: One for work, with suits and clericals, and the other for the off-hours, with worn jeans and t-shirts advocating socialism and equality of sexuality.

My dad has a killer blog. (Need I say more?)

My dad's music collection is approximately seven times larger than mine.

My dad is the only guy I know who calls his son "Dude".

My dad has always been there for me.