Taught me how to drive on old Ford pick-up truck with three-on-the-column.
Is one of the kindest men I know.
Is as good as his word.
Worked hard and came home smelling like axle grease and sawdust. Those two things still smell good to me today.
Helped me collect newspapers and turn them in for cash to earn enough money to go to the World's Fair in New York.
Stopped in the middle of the freeway in New York City when all the cars but ours turned left.
Loves to laugh.
Never played a practical joke on me, but could pull some stunts on the aunts and uncles.
Can still fold me in his arms and make me feel safe and loved.
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