This post isn’t snarky, silly, or sarcastic. No
memes. No misheard lyrics or whimsical pictures of my kids being childlike. And
not even one reference to my cats.
This is a post for my Dad.
Put quite simply, he’s my hero. He gave me the first
Boston album I ever owned (Third Stage), drove with me to the drugstore after
my first period, and took me to see Etta James in concert after a
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