|Across the Fence: Faded photos and vivid memories|
|October 19, 2012 M. Timothy Nolting|
I hated nickers. Dad said, drawing a line with his finger just below his knee as we looked at the old photos. I had to wear them every Sunday until I was confirmed. Then, I finally got my first pair of long pants.
Dad and I were sitting in the living room at Dads house back in Kansas. Not many can say that they go to bed, every night, in the bedroom where they were born; Dad does. It was the day of his 90th birthday party and ...
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