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I Am My Father's Only Child. The World Knows A Two-dimensional Cary Grant. As Charming A Star And As Remarkable A Gentleman As He Was, He Was Still A More Thoughtful And Loving Father.

The Grief Of Losing My Father Has Come In Waves Over The Years, As It Does With Most People. His Love And Devotion As A Father Provided My Closest, Most Intimate Relationship. Dad, And Our Time Together, Is In My Bones. While Reflecting On Him, The Memories Themselves Seem To Boil Down Into Certain 'essences Of Dad.'

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.

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.

It's Something He Used To Say When He Was Happy. It Could Be A Very, Very Simple Day. We Might Be Sitting Out On The Front Lawn. Dad Loved Classical Music And We Might Be Listening To Some Stravinsky Or Something And Having Some Tea And Eggs. And He'd Say, 'oh, Good Stuff, Isn't It?'