Today would be Dad's 81st birthday. He sung Yorkville's praises. Thought the neighborhood was all you could ask for in a place to live. His stories are the source of many of mine. He drew the neighborhood, painted, sculpted, and sketched. He never bored me, tortured me, but never bored me. I have thin skin and he constantly broke it. But that's the father son relationship ~ a roller coaster ride that starts and ends with gigantic love.
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