Eighteen years ago was the final Father's Day with my father still alive. Of course we didn't know that then. Although he may have.
Eighteen years is quite a long time, but it still pinches each time the algorithms try to sell me on this day.
Meanwhile, the pic above shows AHF in the city he said he loved the most. And the pic below shares an unsung achievement of his, becoming a Knight of Mark Twain.
Always deeply loved and missed.
an interesting document that i found recently. apparently the father of ravaj was dubbed a knight of mark twain by the mark twain journal. all i could find about the journal was this. i wonder about the blurbs on the notepaper, especially since the late sir albert had carte blanche from various friends to make up jacket blurbs on their behalf for his own work :-) all i can find about the book in question online is this. finally this is some info with regard to the signatory of the letter, c clemens.
