When I was growing up, my dad was not only my hero but also the light of my life. He was a real man: strong, smart, generous, kind, charming and the most hilarious person you could ever know. Funny thing is, as we grow older and reminisce about the crazy things that my dad used to say and do, it turns out that he was probably a little more like a criminal than we realized when we were kids. Like the time that he raffled off my grandmother’s fur coat without her knowledge. Lucky for my grandmother, he fixed the raffle so that the winner was one of his friends, who would put the coat back in her closet before she realized it was missing. See? Criminal!