In My Case, The Body Of Work

My Father Was A Tomato Farmer. There Is The Phrase That Says He Or She Worked Their Fingers To The Bone, Well, That's My Dad. And He Was A Very Good Man.

My Father Was Very Big On Marriage.

We Suffer Pain, We Hang Tight To Hope, We Nurture Expectations, We Are Plagued Occasionally By Fears, We Are Haunted By Defeats And Unrealized Hopes . . . The Hoplessness Of Which I Speak Is Not Limited.

I Had Learned Something Of Miami From People Who Had Visited There, So I Knew What To Expect.

Of All My Father's Teachings, The Most Enduring Was The One About The True Measure Of A Man. That True Measure Was How Well He Provided For His Children, And It Stuck With Me As If It Were Etched In My Brain.