I want my son to have the character and broad shoulders of Teddy Roosevelt, the comedic grace and humorous intelligence of Danny Kay, and the poetic finger tips of Ceslaw Miloz. I also want him to have the fashion sense of Han Solo.

Teddy Roosevelt was an adult boy. He was excited about everything he did and invested his heart in every word and action. He was a solid man, tough and relentless. When his first wife died, whom he loved dearly, he moved out west to run a large cattle ranch—in winter. Most men don’t have the brass to prescribe deep winter ranch work as emotional therapy. It was the hardest time in his life and he never complained.

Danny Kaye is an American gem who could sing, dance, entertain, tell jokes and do acrobatics. He was limber, self-effacing and good-hearted. His joy was your joy, his laughter came from yours. If he couldn’t make you laugh, he’d keep trying until you did. He could take a pratt fall with regal grace, and he never interrupted or attempted to up-stage another performer.

Czeslaw Miloz once described Kracow as a pained egg. Brilliant. The Polish born poet lived in exile during the Red occupation of his country. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in literature for the powerful eloquence of his spirited poetry. He spoke well. He meant what he said. He was one of the quietest geniuses of this century.

Han Solo, captain of the Millennium Falcon. A handsome, dashing young gun runner trying to out step the evil Imperial Forces. And he wears practical, supportive boots. Perfect for dress occasions and for combat—is that a laser dagger tucked in there? Probably. Solo always wears a classic black/white ensemble that is perfect for meeting with clients and fighting thugs.

I guess when my son grows up I just want him to be like me. Is it too late to start exercising, practicing the Ten Commandments and having a positive attitude? My little guy is counting on me. I better get started.