My father, Eugene LaFazio, passed away this week, at nearly 90 years old. He and my mom were divorced when I was just a baby, so we were never close. Growing up, I did visit him every month until I was 17. He and his wife lived in San Francisco and they took me to museums, art show, plays and musicals. They gave me 'culture' that my working single mom didn't have time or money for. In my dad's kitchen there was a card table set up to 'make stuff.' There were drawers of sequins, and pipecleaners, and crepe paper and tape and glue and all kinds of stuff! It was there I learned to be creative and much much later, to recognize that I was an artist. Thanks Dad.