Dad Somewhat Enjoyed Being Called Gay. He

I Have A Lot Of Favorite Films. I Tend To Love The Silliness Of 'bringing Up Baby.' 'charade' Is Fantastic. 'his Girl Friday,' The Banter In That, That Alone Made Me Want To Be A Writer.

At Some Level It's Still Hard For Me To Admit That My Father Died. I Can Talk About It And Around It, But Those Two Words. 'he Died.' What Can That Possibly Mean? That I Won't Get To Hear His Voice Again?

Few Men In Their 70s Looked As Good As My Father Did. What Was His Secret? Genes, Maybe, Since He Didn't Exercise Or Diet, And He Kept A Candy Drawer, Drank A Pot Of Black Coffee Every Day, And Read In The Middle Of The Night. Still, He Took Such Joy In Being A Dad - And In Life In General - And His Happiness Showed.

My Son Cary's Generation Likely Won't Know Who My Father Was, But It's Something Nice For Him That His Grandfather Was An Icon. I Had One Chance To Pass Along That Name.

Dad Has, And Had, A Deservedly Glowing Reputation. However, This Belief In 'reputation First' Seems To Have Given Rise To His Fears Of What Might Be Rumored After His Death.