My dad, Roy, with my son, Roy. . . .

My son, Roy, with his daughter, Meagan . . .

My son, Stan, with his son, Weston . . .

And, sometimes, the great Dad's are not even connected by blood, but rather by love . . .
My Bob, with his grandson, Weston

My Bob with his granddaughter, Meagan . . .

And from one of the most honorable journalists who left us today . . .
"The older I get, the smarter my father seems to get." Tim Russert
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