As a father, ours was a traditionalist. That meant he ruled the roost, and he was very tough, demanding and occasionally demeaning. As my brother said, our dinner table questioning was intended to promote learning and valued intelligence, but could occasionally make you feel pretty stupid. And that was okay. Scholarship, performance, achievement, contribution, production, responsibility and integrity were the values my dad drilled into us, every day. It was not always easy to be our dad's sons. But we absorbed the lessons. And as you grow older, you appreciate them more and more, and you understand the source of the lessons better and better. He was trying to teach us how to be good men because he loved us and wanted the best for us.