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Lesssons From Dad

Each Father's Day, I Remember

Alexandra Rosas | Posted 08.02.2014 | Women
Alexandra Rosas

My parents would have parties in our basement and the old records from South America would be pulled out. My father, with a brown bottle of beer in his hand and the always-present 1960′s fixture of a cigarette hanging from his lower lip, would slide his feet back and forth.