This was my daddy.
He was a modest man, and not of this new and welcome generation of fathers who feed and bathe babies and put them to bed at night.
But he was a terrific father in times of trouble. We miss him.
He shocked me something fierce when he said that he, too, had read Anna Karenina.
How about that Vronsky?
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