It’s been about twenty years since my Dear Old Dad passed away. He was a drunk and a failure and I seldom give him a second thought. I also have no kids of my own, as I am of the opinion that there are too damned many people on planet Earth already and all our problems would be solved with a bit of creative sterilization-maybe every other person would do teh trick. Dad was an odd character. He looked just like Juan Valdez of Colombian Coffee fame and yet hated ‘wetbacks’ with a passion. This was a bit confusing to…