If you called and asked, he was the first one to help. When I think of Dad, I think of how he loved his children. Whenever we needed him - he was there.
Most kids go to amusement parks, carnivals and shows with their parents.
From him we learned to go further and ask to see behind the closed door. One of our great adventures as kids was going to O'Hare Airport in Chicago. Most people think of O'hare only as a place for flight delays and rude service. Dad took us around the back side to the working part of the airport. In the days when the airlines had their own flight kitchens, he walked up to the back door of the Eastern Airlines kitchen, knocked and requested a tour for his 4 kids.