The One For My Dad.

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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