On my eighteenth birthday, my dad gave me a card, and in it he wrote something so simple yet so poignant: "Not only do I love you, but I like you too." Today my dad hit the half-century mark, celebrating his fiftieth birthday. On his special day I could bond with him from across the phone line (Actually there is no phone line for a cell phone, is there?), but I could tell he was genuinely happy and enjoying September 24th with the small group of people he loves on this Earth. My dad is a wonderful guy. I hope I can live up to the last name. He's a man I not only love, but I like.