I usually think of my father more during this time of year, because the days are getting longer. He always liked that. Fall and winter were the worst seasons for him. He hated it when the clocks were turned back an hour and when the days would start getting shorter. He was a farmer, a working man who wanted to get his hands dirty. That’s when he was at his happiest.
To read my latest column in CityBeat, “Dad, the Days Are Getting Longer,” click here.
FYI. . . I’ll be back here on Thursday.
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