Dad, Creator of that weird, electronic cult we called home
My Dad was always searching for the next big thing to occupy his spare time. You have to admire a guy who didn’t let eight kids get in the way of having fun or fulfilling life dreams. When a new motorcycle would show up in the garage right after he sold the old one, or when he finally bought an airplane with a partner, my mother would sigh and say “Your father needs toys.” I would nod and think, “Who doesn’t like toys?”
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