Happy 80th Birthday to my hero, my dad, Rex Hodgson. There's no short way to explain the impact he's had on my life, but simply put I would not be the person I am today without him. We kicked the (Aussie Rules) football on the road a million times, played cricket on the driveway, he cheered me on at my volleyball games, came to my contemporary dance shows, gave me great advice about relationships, we read and discussed the literary classics, we share a love for the Impressionists, read books on Native Americans, watched The Winners, All Creatures Great and Small and Faulty Towers, we climbed the biggest monolith in the world, we've explored deserts, hiked through forests, panned for gold, we continue to cheer on our beloved Freo Dockers, we listened to Johnny Cash, John Denver and Willie Nelson, watched Casablanca and Dr Zhivago, visited way too many second hand stores, we've driven from the east coast to the west coast of Australia, and then from the south to the north and back. Plus countless other wonderful adventures. But in addition to all that, he's been there when life wasn't so positive for me, when I've failed or when life just didn't go my way. So happy 80th birthday to the best dad, and mate, a son could have. Wish I could be there with you today and for the party on the weekend dad, but I'm definitely there in spirit. Hope that you enjoy both. Here's to many more birthdays!