My father was the sort of man who, if wrecked on a desolate...
My father was the sort of man who, if wrecked on a desolate island, would find his way home, if he had a jack-knife and could find a tree.
My father was the sort of man who, if wrecked on a desolate island, would find his way home, if he had a jack-knife and could find a tree.