I was gnawing on a stale piece of red licorice last night when the thought occured to me, “I should call Dad, he’d get a kick out of me eating stale licorice.”  Dad loved licorice.

Dad’s been gone for several years now.  I guess I can skip the call, he was looking down and caught it.  But it’s still strange to have that go through your head after these many years.

Guess I’ll miss him until I catch up to him.

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