He might not have taught me how to fight leopards, or Arab slavers, or swing through the trees using jungle vines, but my Dad did provide me with a number of skills that come in handy for fighting the slave-minded people of my time. An irreverent sense of humor, an unflappable calmness in the face of adversity, and a deep sense of faith have proven time and time again to be fearsome weapons in my own small fight to save civilization. My first progeny is preparing to leave the nest at the end of the summer, and I can only hope that I've been half the father that I had.