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My dad passed away suddenly in 1987. I was 17 years old and that seems like a long time ago. My dad wasn't an outside type of guy at all. He was a suit wearing banker who's idea of relaxing on the weekend was not wearing a tie.
When I was probably 14 or so my Dad asked me if he could go fishing with me. I thought nothing about it at t he time and we went to Brownie Beach on Lake Quinsigimond. I still remember watching him trying to cast and reeling in with the spinning reel upside down. Even today, many years later, when I see someone reeling in upside down I remember that moment and chuckle.
Several years ago I bought a maroon windbreaker and hung it by my back door. As a kid, I remember my dad always wore a maroon wind breaker to my ball games and my sisters swim meets and horse shows. That coat is there today, unworn, because it reminds me of my dad. Great thread Larry. Thanks for making my day.
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