My father passed away many years ago. Based on the state of the world today, it may have been a good thing that he did. He would not have been a fan.

 Though his life and fortune ebbed and flowed throughout his time on earth, he always loved to write. As a young lad in the U.S. Army during World War II, he had his own regular column in an army newspaper, “Utterly Utter.” (I still have the header plate.) He would have despised the wokeness eating away at today’s military, yet I have been told he was one of the first—if not the first—to call for complete desegregation of our military forces in a military journal, though that would probably be difficult to verify, especially at this late date.

He was just about to be shipped off to the Pacific to take part in the invasion of Japan when “The Bombs” dropped and the war ended. Were it not for “Little Boy” and “Fat Man,” he may not have lived to have any little boys of his own. (I am just one of many who can say that.)

A family friend dubbed my dad a “white knight” for his decency, chivalry, integrity, independence, toughness, and honesty. He taught me to treat others as I would like to be treated myself. He instilled in me an appreciation for excellence—and humor. He bid me to be courageous, courteous, and kind. And to seek the truth, no matter what. He was a history buff, and stressed how important possessing a firm grasp of history was to a person’s ability to comprehend, reason, make good decisions…and understand what the future might bring. I sat with him listening to the speeches of Churchill and watching The World at War. We discussed the Revolution and the Civil War. All at a young age. How fortunate I was that “smart” phones and TikTok were yet to be invented.

Dad was a bit of a night owl, and frequently worked late. Before going to bed, I would often leave a newspaper or magazine article—or a passage in a book—on the kitchen counter for him to read. Invariably he would leave a note, often lengthy and always handwritten, with his views on the topic or topics-- and a remark thanking me for sharing it with him.

How I would love to wake up tomorrow morning and find, on the kitchen counter, an article with a note on it, bearing his writing and his perspective.

Utterly Utter…again.

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