It's been just over a year since dad passed away, yet it seems only yesterday we were talking about Panther football. Dad is the one that I inherited my own love of football from. In his younger days, he was a true outdoors kind of guy. He taught me a lot about camping as I was growing up, and inspired my interests in sciences (wish I could have gotten his skills in math). Dad was a self-taught kind of guy as well, often doing research on this and that, and taught me a lot about being self-sufficient. He was born in Washington State, but lived in North Carolina most of his life. Washington was always special to him, and he made it special to my sister and I, even though he eventually called NC his home. But you could tell that part of his heart was always in the Cascades, and when he died, we buried his ashes in the one place that always reminded us of him - Mt Rainier. Miss you, dad.