He loved to play his guitar, and serenade my mother, which sometimes meant writing and singing her a song, at two in the morning, not a thing she entirely appreciated, given the fact, they managed to have five children, in the under 8 years, they were married, before he died. No sleep from babies, and an early morning serenader, are not conducive for good humor. So he might have done better, to have chosen his timing more wisely. Tho personally, I think he was a wit.
I like to think, that I inherited a good deal of my own creative talents, from my father, and only wish, that he had lived long enough, for me to have known him, just a little. I think that he would have totally understood, my need to be creative, and my brains habit, of turning nearly any subject, into a poem.
I think he looks rather dashing, in his leather jacket, and combed back hair.