once my father-in-law called me "very traditional" and i was confused until i remembered that from his perspective i am mainly a tall, broad, immaculately bearded man who drinks scotch, smokes a tobacco pipe, knows a lot about antique globes, apprenticed as a blacksmith, wears a fedora but in a surprisingly cool way, has a mysterious scar on his forehead, bench presses four hundred pounds, and drives a monster truck at the gravel factory for fourteen hours every day
