I never really knew my dad except through the stories of others. He was brilliant. He had lots of friends, they said. He also was a very funny man….told the very best jokes. He also had learning disabilities so severe that his father wrote a book on how to learn. He got his LL.D before WWII, and came home an alcoholic.
Once I counted the martini’s they had at lunch. Eleven of them.
He sat in his corner chair, and every evening he drank himself into a stupor.
I always wanted to know my father.