I'm just like my dad. I mean really, just like my dad. I realized this all the way back in high school, even. I taught archery at the local summer camp, and parents would routinely walk up to me after the class and ask if who my dad was. In college, the similarities became even more pronounced. I enjoy the same things (computers, photography, cars), share similar ideological beliefs, and tell similar jokes. I guess you'd expect that -- he was my role model growing up, my one major example of what an adult male human ought to be like. You'd expect me to turn out like him.
I suppose it could be worse -- I could have had an abusive father. That would be crappy. Thanks for reminding me how cool my dad is.
Dan