I had been told for quite some time that my father had died, but one day I was talking to my mother on the phone while she was at her home in Portsmouth (the 29th Street House), and she told me that my father was still alive and that he was living there with her. Completely surprised, I asked to talk with him, but apparently he was angry at me about something and he didn't want to talk. He did however come on the phone for a few moments, vented his anger at me, and then hung up.