“Mom, Mom. He sounds just like John Wayne!” Charlene, a girl from high school with whom I was visiting, enthusiastically told her mother what she thought about my father’s voice. Dad was there at her house to pick me up because, for some reason, I was without transportation. My dad’s voice had always been deep and clear. He was a frequent speaker at AA meetings where he could mesmerize an audience with his story of overcoming addiction. He also spent a lot of time on CB and ham radio, speaking with that cool voice with folks from all over the world. And of course, he sounded like John Wayne. Unfortunately,…