It's Not What Your Parents Give You.

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

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?'

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

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.