"The big question which I have right now as I fly home to Michigan is "how can a man be so callous, so insensitive to his own flesh and blood?"
"I'm his kid. I stared him in the eyes and called him "dad" and he didn't even bat an eyelast of recognition.
"My face-to-face meeting with my father lasted less than five minutes.
" I can remember so vividly him opening the door and my thinking that that's my father, that that's what he looks like. I noticed his white hair, the tattoo on his arm and what looked like a personable face.