The Important Thing is to Never Stop Learning

My love of reading came from my father.

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There was nothing my Dad didn’t know and nothing he couldn’t do. When I was a kid, I knew this to be true.

He built a house with nothing but hand tools, including my favorite, a drill that looked like an old-fashioned eggbeater. One summer, he’d accumulated a pile of used lumber. He’d pry out…