My father is an anthropologist and has probably the coolest jobs I've ever known of.
He has been a professor for over 30 years...
Since it was Dave's first trip to Texas, he got to witness my father's cool office.
My father and Dave have the best relationship I've ever seen my father have with someone. It's as if Dave became a calming force for my father's soul. OR... my Dad just likes the idea that I'm with someone who can tolerate me. Either way... he's my hero :)