March 20, 2004
Thirty years of grace after his open-heart surgery allowed me to really know him. He always wore khakis. The ridge on his fingernail from some long-ago injury to the nailbed. He loved working with wood, building cabinets and carving birds polished to show off the fine grain. Photography was his vocation and avocation. He built fiberglass scullboats and took his family on wonderful extended vacations, going down the Mississippi or visiting Egypt. He was unflappable; I don't know that I ever saw him angry or upset until Grandma died. He gave me my inheritance early, the downpayment for my house.