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Our young daddy was street-smart and a beefcake to boot. I have often wondered if this fact didn’t have something to do with my being less capable than I would have liked to be. He always did everything for us while we were kids—that or had a worker do whatever job it was we failed to complete. Of course, this interference made us less prone to worry about an incomplete assignment year after year. Daddy was a controller and liked things done to his liking. Woe unto someone similar or someone insufficiently submissive. I was passive to the point that I suspect it made me suffer less than some of the other family members. In certain ways, anyhow. Daddy was about twelve years old when his dad died so that helped boost him enormously toward and into the world of street-smart guys. His mom had her own interests so he and his little brother were allowed to do quite as they wished. This permissiveness did not exclude working, however. Daddy was to wind up working over fifty years, believe it or not. Now that I myself have worked thirty-one, I understand better what working over fifty years means.Daddy was cursed early in life in one sense. Having to replace your dad at twelve or thirteen years old is no piece of cake. He also quite certainly had to help play daddy to his younger brother and two younger sisters. Why beefcake? There are many other adjectives. Tyrannical is one. Or temperamental(I use them realistically and not necessarily negatively—anyway, that’s another story.) When I read “Mosquito Coast,” I was shocked by the novel dad’s resemblance to my own. Anyway, back to BC. Beefcake because of the jawline—-nice and prominent. The medium-green eyes, jet black hair, beautiful mouth. A nose that is nearly perfect. Nothing is the result of surgery. His five-eleven height, big barrel chest and immensely strong arms and hands must also be mentioned. Unfortunately, the legs were more on the flamingo side—long enough, mind you, but thin as a Virginia Slim. We had many good laughs about that. Good laughs, loud laughs. About that and so many other things. That’s looking back for you, isn’t it? If I can just figure out how to start laughing again nowadays, I might be okay—-might last a bit longer. Thanks for reading.