My father is no longer with us, but I will blog some MORE of his material on his unfinished and unpublished work on madness. He can’t tinker anymore, trying to get it more right. It was the best he could do. He was singular human: brilliant and flawed. A Maverick. Sui generis.
Originally posted on Please Understand Me:
He was My Father.
He died July 30th, 2013 at 91.
I have many memories of him, some early memories have that misty, but warm quality, of the fifties, an age of innocence.
You kinda of realize things slowly. Kids must learn. Things emerge into your consciousness.
I remember when I realized he was just a man around the time I was a young teenager, he wasn’t all powerful, he was human. And later I realized what a man. A Rational Man, just like me. And his ideas have changed many lives for the better.
And of course, he is of the Greatest Generation. An American marine fighter pilot, who at one time was sitting on a carrier off the coast of Japan, ready to invade their homeland. Not thinking of a future. Then there was the news.. Atomic Bomb. He now had a future, he could…
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