Until I get a scanner (for laptop and desktop), I cannot post any pictures of him yet.
I always called him "O'dad," and he always picked my brain about "What the fuck was going on in Capitol Hill?"
He went from being a Pentagon Guy to being a Hippie to being a friend of lobbyists so that, in the end, he would always say he was in the "I don't give a shit party," In other words, if Dems or Reps did something to help his business, he was happy.
My dad and I would always go fishing off Brooklyn and in St. Croix -- whether I had sea sickness or not, he would cheer me on to get the fish. For him, fishing was his Zen Time. At my age of 41, I understand.
My Zen Times are walking down La Brea or hanging out on the Terrace of the Monte Cristo.
Silence + Thinking = Zen Moment
OK, before I leave this post, here is a song for my O'dad -- I still miss him