I went to the grocery store for the first time in months to get junk food.  Fruity junk food.  Dried apples, dates, peaches and nuts.  I nibble all day while I am working on another book.  About my dad.  He had an interesting life.  Seven boys in the family, and he was the youngest, but ended up caring for his mother her entire life after someone murdered his father.

Two older brothers formed an enterprise on the wrong side of the law.  Bootlegging.  When dad was just a little boy, they put him on a cushion to boost him high enough to see over the dashboard the of car, put him behind the wheel of their father's Studebaker and told him to be ready to drive if they needed to escape.  When he was a little older, he stood up for himself and told the brothers he wasn't driving for them anymore.  By then, he had learned the name and location of every lawbreaker in four states--and when he was grown and went to work for the IRS, he was  able to help the government with a number of tax evasion arrests of those who had made a lot of money selling illegal hooch.  Even criminals need to pay their taxes?