It’s a Dad Thing
By Michael J. Whitlock, Executive Vice President A couple of years ago, I was awakened at 2 AM by the sound of my wife, Marcia, talking to one of our kids. It was Stephanie; she had gotten a flat tire on her way back from Bloomington, Indiana, where she was attending Indiana University. She was parked on the side of the road, wrestling with a stubborn lug nut. I fell back asleep, but I woke up again a short time later to learn that the problem persisted. I stared at the ceiling, knowing what I had to do, even though I was still in a sleepy fog. I threw back the covers as Marcia asked what I was doing. "Heading towards Bloomington," I replied. My daughter was sitting on the…