Esther, his Achille's heel

my father

liked whiskey, Canadian

Club,

for one,

beer too,

and cigarettes,

Lucky Strikes.

he enjoyed a pipe

on occasion and a big

fat cigar

from Cuba.

he loved mincemeat

pie with

a scoop of vanilla

ice-cream

before he went to bed.

he worshiped the sun,

lying on his

chair for nine hours

without

a shirt on or

sunscreen. but

at 96 it was women

that

were his Achille's heel.

and got

him in the end

at 97.