It's Not What Your Parents Give You.

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.

Dad Somewhat Enjoyed Being Called Gay. He Said It Made Women Want To Prove The Assertion Wrong.

I Remember Going On Carriage Rides With Dad When We'd Visit. I Think Quiet L.a. Suited Him Better, But He Loved To See Shows Here, He Loved To Visit His Friends In The Hamptons.

Shoot For The Moon. If You Miss, Shoot Again.