Goodbye David

My father, the Hustler, died this morning, 2020-03-30 at 11:22 EDT.  In calendar terms that represents: 83 years, 3 months, and 14 days.  He was a first-class manipulator, who never met anyone he didn’t feel justified in taking advantage of for his own personal gain.  When I talked to my mother later, she said that she was feeling guilty that she was glad he was gone.  I told her she should never feel guilty about that because of the horrible things he had done to her.  It’s nice that he won’t be hurting other people anymore….
And then I remembered this Wiley cartoon: Sorry to hear about your boss.

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