My dad was an anarchist. He could be rough around the edges, often speaking his truth without censure or care for social mores.
But to me he was more than John, the rebel artist. He was my father.
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My dad was an anarchist. He could be rough around the edges, often speaking his truth without censure or care for social mores.
But to me he was more than John, the rebel artist. He was my father.
Read More