Bonding With My Dad: Our Way
The house I grew up in had been remodeled with an apartment on the second floor, and another in the basement. My folks and I lived near a college, so that wasn't unusual. College students often preferred off-campus housing, and I'm drifting off-topic.
My father kept his clothes in the basement apartment's closet, on the north side of the bedroom/living room.
He'd made bookshelves on the west wall....
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(Good memories from my childhood, involving an overstuffed arm chair, a desk, books, and time with my dad. Plus hearing a homily inside a stuck elevator.)
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