My Dad is a great Dad.Tall in stature and big in heart. Growing up my Dad had a dark room where he would have his photographs processed, many in black and white, so we were told to smile at an early age. We have tons of pictures of us as kids. I went through many pictures and remembered when I smiled proudly in my Brownie and Girl Scout uniform, happily adorning the badges I so proudly earned.I remember Dad taking me to my softball games, and me playing catcher or left field, and yet, being consoled when I stuck out. So many...