All I know is my dads name is Ron Kelly Ward; he likes sex, drugs and the fuckin shitistsota Vikings. I've got a few memories with him (for better or for worse) he wasn't ever around or the best at following through with his word. Grudges get you nowhere, and as much of a dipstick he is, he did do a couple 'heart warming' things for my ma that changed the way I feel about him. So whatever. Thanks for not pulling out idiot, life is pretty cool.