The other day at Harmons we passed a man, his daughter, and an employee. The man's shirt was soaked, the employee was handing him paper towels, and the daughter was saying she was sorry. One can only assume that she was. . . sick. All over her dad. The awesome part was walking by just in time to hear the love in her dad's voice as he said, "Hey, it's OK, it's not your fault, don't worry about it." Aren't dads great?