There are so many memories and stories to tell. He was like my second dad growing up. I was always at the house just like I was one of his kids. I was included in FAMILY activities. He was the typical parent running us all over town. To the movies, mall, skating, even out bowling league we played on which Michele excelled in. I have favorite memories, some quite funny. This particular one one tells what a great man he was. Walking to the house one night and someone tried to take me. I ran so fast and when I got to the door I was non stop ringing the doorbell. The man had actually got out of his car and was approaching me. When Michele opened the door the Guy ran. Dad didn't call the police. He literally put us in the car and we went on the hunt. That great man drove all over the neighborhood hell bent on trying to find the car and the man. We never did. However, he was there for me and not about to let anything happen to us. If we had found the man and the car, lord help us. He would not have survived Mr. Pedone. He was a great father. Granted, we could drive the man crazy at times and upset him. He was all about love and family.