The time my father was probably the most honest with me was after a fight I had had with my mother. He took me aside and said, “I want you to apologize to your mother for what you said.”

I replied, “I can’t apologize. I meant what I said. It’s the truth.”

Then he got really sad. He said, “I want you to apologize, because you can go in your room and shut the door but I have to live with her.”

And there is was. Peace before honor. Peace before truth. Peace before justice. Switzerland. Are the Jews burning? I don’t smell any Jews burning.

But, other than that weakness, he is a really great guy. Without him, and the fortitude he had for sticking with my mother, I honestly don’t think I would have been sane. He modeled what sane adulthood looked like.