Happy birthday, Dad. You would have been 92, if you hadn't passed last century, but in your too-short life you got so much done.
Reader, don't believe me, read the NYT obituary. Yes, from the dishonest press, so it couldn't be right, right?
Child of the Depression, combat veteran, scholar at two prestigious schools (three if you count his high school), father to six, loving husband to our mother, Wall Street lawyer, civil rights fighter, constant volunteer, advocate, my hero. I'm glad one of my three sons got held by you before you departed.
You wouldn't recognize where America is headed now, the country you fought for with your utmost in desperate hours as your fellow Marines bled and died around you. But resistance is back, Dad, and I've been there and I'll be there.