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Like Father, Like Son

Or maybe not….

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Most of my life has been spent thinking of my Dad in the past tense. Remembering him shaving at 5:30 am every morning, while I watched. Warm water. Shaving cream. Check the razor. Start. Or seeing the car back out of the driveway, as he headed to the train station and another 12-hour day.

I haven’t touched his face or held his hand in 53 years. Haven’t smelled his Old Spice shaving…




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Joe Luca

Joe Luca

Top Writer in Humor and Satire. I love words. Those written, and those received. I’m here to communicate & comment. To be a part of a greater whole.

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