My father always got up early. He still does, actually. When I thumb through my childhood memories, I can’t think of a time when I rose before him. The man always woke up first. I remember the smell and sounds of a gurgling coffee pot as he pulled on a cigarette, blowing smoke out the back door and staring into the e…
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