2 June 2007
The lost art of hardassery
My father would have been eighty years old today, and I'm pretty sure he would have liked to have made it that far, if only to cock a further snook at the physician who shrugged and said "We can keep him alive one more year" back around 1999.
An ornery cuss, you might think, and you'd be right. And tasked with raising five children from the very core of boomerdom, he worked diligently at being a hardass.
Today the hardass is derided as