I Have A Lot Of Favorite Films.

Simple. Pared Down. Timeless. The Ties Were Never Too Thick Or Too Thin; The Pants Were Never Too Flared Or Too Skinny. In My Life With Dad, He Wore Western Apparel Because We Went Riding - Jeans, Cowboy Boots, The Turquoise Belt Buckle. But It Was All Very Simple, And That Classic Look Is Very 'ralph Lauren.'

It's Not What Your Parents Give You. It's What You Do With Your Own Stuff.

Dad Was Synonymous With His Charm And Wit And Grace, And It Was Sort Of The Perfect Way To Go For Him.

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.

One Of The Myths About Dad Was That He Was Mean. That Simply Wasn't True. I Always Found Him Generous To A Fault But He Wasn't Reckless With His Money, Which Was Rather Rare In Hollywood. He'd Grown Up With Nothing And He Wasn't About To Fritter It All Away.