Dear Pat Cooper

It seems like I have been writing this book most of my life. At first I wanted to write about how much I hated my father for not caring about me and my sister, but deep down all I wanted was an opportunity to tell him how much I loved him and missed him being in my life. I tried my best to tell my father that, but he never heard me. Every time we met he found fault with my clothes, my manners, and always the rest of the family. These attacks became part of his persona and a way of not getting too close to me or anyone else in our family He hated us with every fiber of his being and I could never understand why. What did any of us do to make my father keep away from the whole family and go find himself a new one? It never failed; no matter how many times I tried to connect with my father, Pasquale Caputo, all I ever got from him was Pat Cooper the angry comedian.