i never trusted my dad. for one reason, he was a nixon republican, disdainful of free thinkers, women and gays, and he did p.r. for mayor goode who bombed the move people, and most obviously, because he hated cats. i know the status quo shibboleth was always never speak ill of the dead, but they're still ghosts here. i did not trust him in life, i feared him, but now at last, at least i'm glad he  left a little money to fix my teeth. thanks and godspeed, ghost dad.