Two things about my dad that affected my youth: He worked away from home most of the time and he wouldn't have anything to do with church. So, often, when I needed some extra help that required a father's touch, church related or otherwise, I went to my Uncle Bob. When it was time to build a pinewood derby car... Uncle Bob. Time to get baptized... Uncle Bob. Need bailed out of jail at 2 in the morning... well, my dad was home that time, so I called him, but if he'd been working out of town that night, I'd have called Uncle Bob. Though he was born my dad's older brother, he has always been like a father to me.
F is for fathers.
F is for fathers.
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