It was my dad who taught me to love raw oysters. Icy cold oysters dunked into a mixture of ketchup and horseradish that was more white than red. The fatter the oyster the better. Saltine cracker was optional. Sharing this delicious commonality was a way of connecting with him. He was an amazing dad and worked hard and expected his kids to work hard too. He instilled a work ethic in us that we seldom see today. Needless to say, I don't idle well.