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Sunday, January 27, 2013

Heritage

If by some miracle I fathered a child then that child would never know his great-grandparents. He wouldn't know Abraham Lincoln either so that might not come as a big surprise. But my point is that he would not know people who were instrumental in his own existence and formative to my own.

I drove both of my grandfather's cars. They preferred larger 8 cylinder cruisers with power windows and blue or brown interiors. Neither of them owned as much as a socket set. Their cars smelled like baby powder and aftershave. Their words as we cruised down the street were casual references to my beard, job prospects and girlfriends.