10 min. conversation…

I used to hear coming from my father, that a 10 min. conversation, was 9 min. too long.
I miss my conversations with my father.

When my clients would yell at me, particularly when I was visiting them, in lockup, I would tell them that when you yell, I am right at home, "my father used to yell at me, point blank, spit cascading in my face, windtunnel tested dew, and that was when I was five years old. So I am not intimidated by the loudness, in fact I am right at home."

For a 5 foot nine, 130 pound man, he could bring on the intimidation. Outside of that, he never ever physically punished me, well maybe twice in my life. I probably deserved it, I think I might have brought mud onto a new carpet, and another time probably been a wise guy.
But I did get cursed out in at least four different languages. So I learned various curse words, which of course I learned, and use when necessary.

There was little tolerance for misbehavior. He was a champion backgammon player, and we have three or four nice backgammon boards, but if I was caught counting, not memorizing the backgammon board, I would get a slap.

Jimmy