Well, at least I don't have any bad memories of my father. I saw him once. From a distance. For a few seconds. I was three or four. I talked to him once on the telephone. I was about fifty. Neither of us had much to say. He seemed nice.
I have no way of knowing if he is alive but it's not likely.
Happy Father's Day.
Sincerely,
Your beloved son,
George Ronald Elliott
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