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Show The Funnts Bone when they're apart each day. My dad worked at something; I was sure of that when growing up. He worked for Hughes aircraft in a top secret lab, and we never really knew what it was that dad did. He came home clean, in a suit, that's about all we knew. Recently, when my parents were living in LaGrande, Oregon, he was high-lighted in a newspaper article that made front page. I suddenly knew what it was my dad had been working in. He had worked on the Venus Probe. I was impressed to think that he had had an intregal part in the building of that great project. My husband, who was once in electronics, like my dad, opted to change his profession and went into Agricultural sales. He enjoys his work and I'm told is good at what he does, but I'm sure there are days he would rather stay home and hyber-nate hyber-nate in bed. Now I'm sure that not all of you are interested in what the men in my life do to support their families. I guess that I want them to know that I appreciate ap-preciate what they do for the birds at home with their little mouths open and waiting for the, "worms" they've brought home. You probably won't get a statue dedicated to you, or a flower on Father's day, but this one lady appreciates ap-preciates the dedication that men have to their families to continue facing grumpy bosses each day. By MARY COONS Soon we will be coming to the honoring of mothers in May. I'm all for it, as I'm a mother myself and enjoy the spindly little plant and lovely pamphlets given out in church every year. What about dads, though? I have spent my entire life watching my dad, an aerospace engineer, and my husband, a irrigation sprinkler salesman, leave the nest and go out and do battle with the world. As a woman who has worked both inside and outside the home (many times at the same time), I appreciate what he has done each day. I have known many men and women who don't have the empathy with each other to understand what each does |