When I was a young child our home was a solid, two story, wooden structure perched on a sloping, gentle hill near a lake in Northern Illinois. We had all four seasons and we had them in full measure in that geography. Equal to them was my father. His nature and strength held as much dominion over me as any winter, any summer. The smallest movements from his stone strong hands as he folded his morning newspaper with one and cradled a cup of coffee, feeling it’s warmth, measuring it’s readiness with the other were quiet, yet portentous signs, like weather, the language of birds, the music in a movie to me, his second son.
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