Fred Foutz, Father in Action
Happy Dad’s Day, dads everywhere.
I am grateful to have grown up with and benefited from the stellar example of my own dad, Fred Foutz, who showed me what it means to be an active, involved, in a word dad of a dad.
With three little dudes of my own, I can appreciate even more how important it is to have a good man in sons’ lives, to raise good men of their own.
Anytime in the ’80s, you could find us with Dad in the backyard or on a walk to the park, playing soccer, riding bikes, flinging the frisbee, shooting hoop.
As we got older, throughout the ’90s, more often than not I’d be on a run with Dad, or sharing a burger, or chatting about finances or anything at all long into the night on a drive back and forth to college. And he was always handy with a van and tireless arms to tote my stuff from one apartment to the next.
Today, I share a deeper appreciation for the moments my dad was always about most — family time. Whether it’s at the beach, sipping a cold brew over a hot grill, vegging out in front of a classic flick or, increasingly, watching the endless zip of the next generation.
They can zip away, knowing they’re never far from the watchful — and admiring — eyes of a father.