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what a fun thread.
in his living days, my father was a chartered financial analyst. then he had a stress related heart attack. so he quit and looked for a biz he could run at his own pace. he chose a small machinery moving company. then he had another heart attack and sold the family biz to my brother in law, but only after i turned it down. he was always EXTREMELY fair with all three of us children... often to the penny and adjusted for inflation.
in these, his non-living days, i imagine that he passes much of his time playing golf, tinkering with lionel O gauge trains, drinking single malt scotches, and still trying to figure out why in the hell i chose to draw for a living.
he lives on in my constant efforts to be nicer to those around me, and in the patience, love, and support that i share with my own son... all of which i learned from his #1 job as the best father a boy could have.
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xoxo
doodle
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