Well, I can't say it was too good for my Dad's health--he died many years ago, aged only 52. But then, he worked much too hard, and there's only so much you can do to overcome crappy genetics. (To wit: heart disease. One of his older brothers was felled by a heart attack at an even younger age.) He was a terrific father, though--smart, sweet, exceptionally well-read, a lover of Beethoven and Broadway musicals, and very, very funny. I still miss him like crazy--and always will.
This one's for you, Dad (Dad loved Mahalia):
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