Daddy or Dad is how I knew him. I was the one my sister's or Mom would always send out to help him to work on cars, go to lodge meetings, or back up a travel trailer into a camping spot. They would always say that he wouldn't yell at me because I was the baby. As long as I can remember, he called me Boo. He gave me this nickname early in life, from what I hear, around age three or four after singing the song "Me and You and a Dog Named Boo". Yes I know.. . It still sticks today and he called me that until the last time I spoke to him. Anyone I would meet that knew him, personally or professionally, would always tell me great things about him. Everyone seemed to have had a story or two. Some they could share and would. I treasure all of those stories and the care that people felt for my Dad. I still run into some technicians or team leaders at work that remember him and every one of them have great respect for him. Some or most he taught through Cincinnati Bell splicing school. He will be greatly missed by many, including me! Until we meet again, Dad! Love you always, Boo!