Did I ever say how much I respect my father?
He passed away some years ago, and he was far from perfect.
But he always tought us that there was more to life than the material.
That's not to say that he was a "free spirit." He got bogged down in the physical universe for sure -- house, car, career.
And when I came home with my choice of profession it was:
What-do-you-MEAN-you-want-to-be-an-actress-you-can't-support-yourself...
You know how it goes.
But he had a love of music, art, theater, film, writing... and he instilled that love in his children.
And I owe a tremendous amount to him for that.
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