One (and here are many) of my very fondest memories of Dad is of him teaching me how to drive the Chevy ('6-4 column).  When you had his foot on top of yours, and the brake pedal is to the floor-board, you learn very quickly that when he said stop he meant STOP.  Through the years we have often chuckled at the story.  Dad always had effective ways of teaching you life's tough lessons.  He was a man who meant what he said and said what he meant.  Peace is now yours Pap. :) XOXO