The longest I ever heard him talk, was the time he explained to me the inner workings of a Wankel engine. He taught me how to drive as a five-year old on a 1950 something Ford tractor, play checkers and make taffy.
He gave me my first Bible. I still wear his white Sunday shirt pulling weeds in the garden. Every time I hear Kildeer or Bobolink, I hear him. Happy Father's Day everyone.