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

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.

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.

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.'