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My Dad and I were not very close. There was always a distance between us. My Brothers were younger and got him a bit softer. He is alive (I think) but we can not contact him. He moved to Vegas some 9 years ago. He would visit every couple of years but last year he shut off his cell phone and closed his po box. You see he is in this gypsy type of group that travels all over the country and S America. They go on the road in RV's and move to an area, experience everything for as long as they want, then decide to move on. They each have a craft or thing they do to raise supplemental money. The last time I saw him was three nyears ago when he came to visit...he said he was happy and that was enough for me.
Like I said we were never close and he did not give me much of the traditional stuff you guys are referring to. Save for one. You see my Dad owned Junk Yards and would always bring me home the fishing tackle he found in cars. He showed me how to take stuff apart and then he would take me to Boston Harbor, The Charles river, etc... and show me all these places on broken Drawbridges and behind abandoned buildings where we would catch fish, and lots of them.
My dad really only gave me one thing and that thing was fishing...We are not a pretty Story, but I would never change it...
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