My Dad, Ralph LaVar Sharp, loved people. He would get to know everyone he could. When he met anyone he liked to figure out connections. Maybe they were his neighbor's cousin's son, or the mayor's brother's daughter-in-law. He would remember these connections and it seemed like he never forgot anyone. We used to talk about it a lot. When he didn't come home for dinner my mom would just say he must have run into someone he knew and we would eat without him (which bothered him, but 6 hungry kids had a hard time waiting and there were no cell phones then). As an example, he and Mom went to New Zealand for a vacation and of course, he knew the man at the car rental desk. So one day, I was telling my sister-in-law about this and she thought I was perhaps exaggerating. I told her if her car ever broke down she should go into the nearest establishment, even if it was a bar, and ask if anyone knew Ralph Sharp from Midvale, Utah. There would be someone who did and that...
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