I realize my posts have been quite reflective of late, so this is short, sweet, and a very exlclusive way for you to connect with the guy I knew as Dad. Since I was a baby, Dad sang to me the opening lines of "Fugue for Tinhorns," from Guys and Dolls. He sang "can do, can do" each time either of us tried to do something challenging...
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This is a voicemail Dad left for me a few years ago when I was studying at the Art Students' League. Hearing his voice is so damned soothing to me, and listening to him ramble a little about travel and recollection while cleaning his pistol is hysterical.
After you listen to this, please note that we found about 26 pounds of ammunition around the house after he passed away. Can do, can do...
Art, travel, love and guns. Hee.
Over and out for now. Thanks so much for following and for getting to know my amazing Dad.