My Father, The Greatest, and Of the Greatest Generation

My father is no longer with us, but I will blog some MORE of his material on his unfinished and unpublished work on madness.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.

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One Response to My Father, The Greatest, and Of the Greatest Generation

  1. Ralph C. Bormet says:

    Indeed. You were lucky to have a father who not only wanted to teach you what he knew, he wanted to know what you could teach him. He allowed you to think and make mistakes, I believe, and yet was always willing to pull you back into his realm of ideas. God bless him and you, too.

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