Especially to my father the late, great Ernest Staples. How I wish you were still here, so we could laugh and talk like we used to.
I miss watching you draw and sketch out different characters and talking about the picture book you always wanted to write. Thank you for passing your creativity to me. It has allowed me to pick up and write where you left off.
I have your wacky sense of humor. Your creativity. Because you taught me about tools, I have ability to tackle any home project--large or small, just move out of my way and give me my tools.
((Pssst!...remember when you taught me how to hot-wire a car....fun times!!...I'm proud to tell you that I never tried it again since that day LOL!!))