I’ve told you before that there wasn’t much love lost between my dad and me, for reasons I won’t rehash here, but there were things I admired about my father, as well as things that downright tickled me.
He was a man of integrity and honesty. I admired that. He came from nothing, with little education, and in spite of that, he did really well with his life. If you go back to my hometown and ask about my dad, overwhelmingly, people will say, “C.L. was a good man.”