I owe a big thanks to my Dad for passing on a love of music

What I do, is in large part because of my Dad.  I can remember him singing "Charlie, My Boy" to me at a very early age; even though he never called me Charlie.  He played guitar, and he also liked to listen to the radio.  My Dad exposed me to a wide variety of musical styles as a youngster, and for that I will always be thankful.  So, it was with great pleasure that we were able to visit the Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame, together, a number of years ago.  Since he also passed along his enjoyment of sports, on our way to Cleveland, we took in an NFL game in Pittsburgh, and also saw a MLB game in Cleveland.  Like most fathers and sons, we've certainly had our disagreements over the years, but this trip was a harmonious one.  Thanks for a fantastic time, Dad!  And a treasured memory.  -Chuck