I grew up on a small Indiana farm during the 1940s and 1950s. Dad was a farmer and a businessman, a civic leader, and a parish advisor. He was a quiet, sober, industrious man, who was also generous and friendly, with a great sense of humor. He had little education, but he was well read; he could recite poetry and Shakespeare and recount the histories of American innovators and entrepreneurs, whom he greatly admired. He cared little or nothing for politics, although he occasionally voiced contempt for the State and its wars. I absorbed many of my dad’s attitudes while … Continue reading American Dad