“All hands on deck!” he bellowed merrily When calling us for supper of Boiled-to-death chicken and Gray-green canned peas. “There is nothing to fear but fear itself!” Mostly appropos of nothing When the family conversation Had neglected him for too many minutes.
Fun to remember your dad with all his isms. Very insightful. Love this!
So poignantly deep and complex. Inspires my own reflection.
What a lovely tribute!