Dear Dad, I'm going to walk down memory  l̶a̶n̶e̶ basement, and let your mind fill in the parts I've missed.

This is another in the series of portraits of colleagues.

Dear Dad, at one time or another, everyone in our family was a curler.

Dear Dad, growing up I'd often say my goal was to be a millionaire.

Dear Dad, I'm not the audiophile I once was. There used to be a time when stereo equipment and vinyl records...

I haven't done iambic pentameter since grade school, so I thought I would give it a try.