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Mysteries from my youth:
If my Dad only had grade school and a year of mechanical trade college, how did he get to be so wise?
How could my Father's eyes say so much? He could stop me in my tracks, make me laugh or feel pride with a look.
How could Dad remember all those great stories?
One of the things I feel good about is realizing how much this man meant to me and telling him how much I loved him before he passed.
To the memory of our Fathers
Thank you Dad
Les
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Best
Les
My train of thought has been replaced by a bumper car.
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