Dad was the figure of authority in our household. There was no mucking around with him. You didn't take liberties with Dad. But on his birthday one year, he opened a card from our eldest brother, Keith, who was sailing at the time and had posted the card from some exotic faraway port.
There was Dad, guffawing with laughter. It was the perfect card for someone who had spent all his working life in the shipping industry - and someone who loved to slightly embellish a good story.
The card Keith sent had these words on the front page: ``To the greatest bull shipper I know.''
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