The year is 1960 and the man in the picture is Charlie. He was the first man in my life. My childhood memories of my dad have remained the same into my adult life. He was and is one of the most intelligent men I have ever known. His strong mind and body were capable of doing anything he set his mind too. The years have taken away the strong body, but not his intelligence. As a child I remember turning to my dad for advice and more than once being in awe of him. He was never big on conversation, but his presence spoke volumes. I never doubted he loved me. And I love him.
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