My Dad Was A Saint

There’s that commandment about honoring your father and mother, so I really can’t go into detail here. Suffice it to say that after last night’s crib-assembly debacle, I recognize that all my dad’s documented misbehavior may have simply been what it took to get through an unusual life without doing anything (there wasn’t enough evidence to make an arrest) that would have got him on the six and eleven o’clock news.

Oh yeah, don’t worry, everyone’s fine here. Even the crib is fine - all assembled and in the nursery. Only violence I did was to my native language.

P.S. I felt the smallest twinge of guilt, and removed the “Effword” from this post’s title. C.