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A Catch With Dad – Part Two
My father’s relationship with video players began because he loved me. He bought a video recorder and player in 1982. My father was frugal, more patient than impulsive. Video recording was a new technology and very expensive at the time. … Continue reading →
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A Catch With Dad – Part One
My father was a quiet man. He was a man of deeds. A backyard superhero with a ready utility belt of tools and dynamic powers of common sense; a real-life matinée idol jumped off the silver screen to come to my … Continue reading →
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Tagged Baseball, Christmas Tree, Family, Father, Firefighter, Memoir, Movies, Playing catch
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