I normally ignore this greeting card created holiday, but it seems a good day to praise my father. He was tall and muscular. His careers included bookkeeper, welder, encyclopedia salesman. He had an exceptional memory. He was an excellent chef and a very gentle and loving father. A letter he wrote to my grandmother in 1949 from Fairbanks complained that they were 247 bars: "I counted them," and no bookstores. He encouraged me to be interested in all forms of learning and was very widely read. He was a big fan of Ayn Rand.
He was married to my mother for more than 25 years until he died. This makes him the most patient man on Earth.
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