"You see, with Dad there was very little warning, if any at all. As I have said countless times before, while Dad was serving in Korea, he must have also trained as a Ninja warrior. He could take his belt off, whoop us and have his belt back on and buckled before we had a chance to cry. Just scant seconds before Dad pounced on me like a bobcat on a mule carcass; I threw up the white flag. At that moment I would have been willing to get up from the table and walk the seven miles to the barber. Without striking a single blow Dad made his point and got his desired results. Now, that is talent."...