In 1981, my Mom had gone to California to visit her mother who was ill at the time. She called Dad and asked if he would consider packing up with me and my brothers so we could move there and help her take care of her mother. On the way there, I almost shot my dad. I was 4.
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My dad loves to tell stories. Some are happy. Some are sad. Some are in between. In my opinion, these stories are meant to be listened to when you have time. Not when you're rushing around in your daily life and trying to squeeze them in. Relax, grab a drink, and enjoy. Over the years, I've listened to these stories and realized that after he's gone, they're gone.
I began recording these stories. This is My Dad's Life.
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