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I'm sorry to hear about his passing. I do so love that kitty picture. I also love the idea of a dad thread, although most of mine are pretty silly. Let's see. My dad was born in 1945, and mostly grew up in Miami, with no money. He used to pick people's fruit out of their front yard and sell it back to them. He had a pet turtle, which died in a week, and so he went and found another one, and so on, until there was a sizable turtle graveyard in the backyard and Ma made him stop. He went back to Montreal after the navy, got married, got divorced, then started working in a coffee shop while taking some classes at Concordia. To save money on cigarettes, he started stealing them from an acquaintance's locker, who turned out to be my mother. Over the years, my father worked as a school bus driver, a library clerk and a driving instructor before retiring very early and now lives with my mom in the mountains where he spends all his time reading about boats he thinks are neat and eating fruit snacks.
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