Dad was the strongest man I knew growing up. He always showed up when the neighbors were raising new buildings, and dragged me along to help. I usually put on a good show of protesting, but always came. The cutest girls showed up for the barn-raising parties, doncha know? Dad was always in the middle of whatever work needed doing. Someone’s finishing a roof? Dad was there. A beam needs bracing? Dad. Raising a wall? Yup. Dad. We were always welcome because Dad helped at the hardest times. And Mom brought all the best hotdishes. I helped both at every opportunity because it was fun showing off for, and flirting with, the pretty girls. We all had our priorities. Dad’s priority was helping build a better world.