This post is about my dad.
My dad is a tremendous guy. He'll never read this, but he was the greatest inspiration of my youth. His love of Tolkien, of Kipling, of so many classic adventure stories, helped form and enrich my life in so many ways. He's a man of integrity, a man of the Old Ways, and above all, a good man.
When I was leaving for the Air Force, he wrote me a letter that ended with this advice:
"To ride, shoot straight, and speak the truth. This was the ancient law of youth. Old times are past, old days are done; but the Law runs true, O Little son!"
--A sentiment I've tried to remember and keep always (with varying success, I'm afraid).
My dad, due to his work schedule and taking care of his family, has not been able to go to the Indianapolis 500 for some 15 years--an event we've always followed, no matter where I was in the world. This year, as sort of a surprise, I was going to take him to this weekend's qualifications and hopefully, the 500 itself. I knew it would mean a lot--it's something we did when I was a kid, and I can't think of many better memories than spending time at the track with my dad. This man has earned a day at the races. And it is killing me that I can't do that for him. This week, the engine blew on my car. With our tight budget, that is a dream-killer. I now can't afford to take him as I promised.
This isn't a cancer fund, this isn't life or death; it's just a guy trying to tell his Dad thank you. And I'm going to see what I can do to make this happen.
Here's what I (and you) can do: if you donate to help out, regardless of the amount, I will send you a pdf copy of my Irrin Campaign setting. I wish I could give more, but it's yours--just make sure to note on the donation where I should email the files. If you've ever taken anything of use or utility or entertainment value from this site, this is how you can say thank you--by letting me say thank you to the man I respect and love the most in this world. If you want to spread the word, that would be tremendously helpful as well. I'm asking for help--and if we can pull this off, I promise you plenty of great pics from a day at the track. And I will be eternally grateful to you for helping me make this happen for my dad.
To get your copy, paypal your donation--whatever the amount--to email@example.com. Thanks for your time, and though you won't read this, thanks again, Dad.