Honoring my father

Me and Dad

When fathers are worth honoring, as was  mine, me must. When not, we must honor fatherhood and the good Dads (as was mine).

An accountant from a small town volunteers to serve in WWII.  Rejected for a hernia, he has it fixed and reapplies.  At the end of the war, he is a captain who tours Europe briefly with his friend, Lieutenant Cohen, then rides the Queen Mary home.  My mother, a schoolteacher, reintroduces him to Baby Jay, now a toddler.

John Gaskill was a kind, generous and jolly soul whose humility concealed genius.  There are few of his type in this postmodern culture.  My brother and I deeply, deeply miss him.

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