We need to start a parents thread, because Brisket's stories and post like yours are churning up all sorts of interesting stories and memories about my dad that I'd like to share, but I don't want to hijack this thread.
Now, having said that, . . . my dad was older when he had me at 63 in 1973. I had one sister (11 years older) and 3 half brothers (around my mom's age). There was a 30 year gap between my dad and my mom. I revered him, occasionally feared him (irrationally), and loved him. I got 16 years, but boy were they good. The only time he laid a finger on me was when I mouthed off to him---in a fishing boat no less--and I got two fingers on the chin with a warning to not ever talk that way to him again. I didn't. He was eulogized by a methodist pastor (and golfing buddy) as "The Turk of Manly Men." He also spent a lot of time in Argentina in the 50s when his company was building a pipeline down there. So I'm wondering if his and Brisket's dad's paths crossed. I still have some Gaucho water color paintings he brought back from Argentina, which he had in his office, in my office now. He was a pilot and was really proud of the fact that he flew his plane over the Andes down to Argentina during those times.
/okay. So I threadjacked a bit. Sorry
//I've had a chance to read Brisket's legal writing in the past and have seen him argue a case on appeal. He's very good---to that point: it happened over twenty years ago and I still have a decent memory of it all (once he put two and two together on it for me a few years back).