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Who Am I?

      While the search for clients in the oil business kept Wilford away
  for a great deal of time, he was far from being an absentee father to his ten children
  over the years he developed a method of communication by email:

            Aloise was the oldest: "Be certain to get a good entry level position at
                                              the Sentron. Medical supplies are a growth industry."
            Aloise had dropped out of school and was working in a Wal-Mart.

            John was a middle child: "I'm very proud to be a grandfather. I must
                                                  meet your wife. This is a momentous occasion."
            John was gay. He had adopted a street teen male prostitute. He was working
            toward a CDL license to drive a school bus.

There was nothing complicated about father's theory of child rearing: he brought up
his sons with quite a simple objective that they be perfect. His second better answer
was to find a niche for the girls. That is; do something that is useful. Father had little time to
respond to all of his children's emails. But, he made a strict schedule of memorandums.

            Reid was the youngest: "Ha Ha. Mother emailed me that you have a girl friend."

            Reid had committed suicide.
           
Father advised Reid to abstain from carnal knowledge, unless he intended to make
the girl a decent wife. Father's morals were Victorian, "The stoddard girls are well
brought up and hence modest." He could see a big house and plenty of grandchildren
about the Christmas tree.

            Richelle was interested in entertainment: "I can send you some money,
                                            but you must return home. Your mother is sending me
                                            dire emails."

            Richelle was a professional escort. She didn't need father's money.

When father passed mother had already remarried. Father was unaware of her alternative
lifestyle, during their long distant marriage. Mother and her wife had met at knitting
class. They loved to crochet in bed together. Father left a fortune to his family and
had wished to be shot into space. Mother cremated father and placed his ashes in
a bottle rocket. It was a symbolic gesture.


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