My father was an easy man to like and a hard man to know. The inner workings each person has, the inner workings that make each of us who we are; these he kept to himself. Had he been a watch, we would have, reliably, always known what time it was. How that same watch was made would remain a mystery.
This was all a part of how most men once were and some still are. Fathers were expected to earn a lā¦