Here we are in November, 1964, 10808 Newgate Avenue, Whittier, California. He was 57 then, I was just shy of a year. And, yes - when people who didn't know us saw us together they all assumed he was my grandfather. Can't really blame them, though I was always quick to correct. To say that I miss him is easily in the top three of the most severe understatements I could make. Really, top two.
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