My dad used to have an expression - 'It is the lucky person who gets up in the morning, puts both feet on the floor, knows what they are about to do, and thinks it still matters.'
My Dad sold automobiles as a general manager of a General Motors automobile dealership. He was a job creator. Everyone of those cars he sold he created a job for somebody on the assembly line.
My dad always said, 'Champ, the measure of a man is not how often he is knocked down, but how quickly he gets up.'
Except for the title 'father,' there is no title, including 'vice president,' that I am more proud to wear than that of United States senator.
Everyone thinks because we love cars and our dad was in the business, we love the mechanical end of cars.
The truth is, my dad was a great driver. I mean, he could handle an automobile. He loved speed. He used to joke that his one regret was he didn't join the volunteer fire service so he could drive the ambulance.
His mom lived in Long Island for ten years or so. God rest her soul. And...although, she's...wait...your mom's still...your mom's still alive. Your dad passed. God bless her soul.
When my first semester grades came out, my mom and dad told me I wouldn't be playing football.