My father wasn't a bare-knuckled prizefighter or a long-forgotten star of B Westerns.
He passed away several years ago. He was one of the funniest guys ever, and I routinely use many of his witticisms.
One of my favorites? Whenever he was asked if he knew where he was going while driving his response was: "I used to drive a cab in this town... right after the war!"
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