My dad loves me. He loves me so much, in fact, that during my senior year of high school he sent me to school with my lunch packed in the bags you see here. The bags were his last attempts at instilling values in me before I graduated, moved out, and ultimately grew up. Well I graduated, moved out and I'm working on being the guy my dad had in mind (minus the Boy Scout oath, and enthusiasm for model rockets, Star Trek, Pez dispensers or gerbils). I can't help but think that my road would have had a lot more potholes in it if my dad hadn't taken a little of his time to share a healthy lunch, some solid insight, and his love.
-- Brandon Laney, intern