My father had a way about him. He wasn’t always the nicest guy, but I know he loved me. He had a sarcastic sense of humor. I can’t tell youContinue reading “The things that stick in our head”
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My father had a way about him. He wasn’t always the nicest guy, but I know he loved me. He had a sarcastic sense of humor. I can’t tell youContinue reading “The things that stick in our head”