|"Palmletter", digitally layered photos and collages|
I never heard my Dad swear ... except once.
I was almost 16 and he was teaching me to drive shift.
That was my Dad's specialty.
An honored Greyhound bus driver as a young man.
A Hollywood studio driver in later years,
when the acting career didn't work out.
He was a master driver.
So when his only child, who he always called "Jack" ...
(because he had wanted a boy)
initially couldn't co-ordinate letting out the clutch ...
and the engine went ca-chunk-ca-chunk-ca-chunk ...
he really couldn't help himself.
I heard @#$%$ ^&*%$ !!!
The only time I ever heard him swear.