A certain someone who knew the man in the flesh and blood of his life and witnessed his parenting in the first years of my life, pointed out the questionable nature of conflating my own dad and perps in one sentence.
Thankfully, I was not born of the Phelps family, and I have no reason to doubt at all, one bit, the great things I’ve heard about Earl M. In memory of my father, consider him separately from the post below. And, consider him missed.