My dad was a complex person. He was a revolutionary of the highest order a leftist in the realest sense of the word. He was also a very published and accomplished writer. As a father he was absent for a large part of my childhood and all of my younger sisters. He was never going to win father of the year, yet in my teens he housed me, took care of me and help me get my life back on track. He bravely re entered my sister’s life when she was in her early 20’s and stayed in her life the rest of his days. He was a man of contradiction, acerbic, brilliant, and sweet, yet full of rage.
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On John Ross: 1938–2011 (Father of Dante Ross)
