Sunday, October 23, 2011

Little Deuce Remembering

Something - I don't have any idea what - sparked a memory this morning.

Me. A kid. Sitting in my dad's green Jeep. Us undoubtedly headed for the mountains, with the Beach Boys playing in the background. My dad trying to hide how much he liked the song, and me pretending not to notice, but being secretly shocked to see it.

I miss you today, Dad.

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