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My Memories of My Dad
I don't have many memories of my Dad. I can remember he introduced me to a "Philly Cheese Steak". He took me several time in his car (a red convertible) to a special place that made the best sandwiches.
He worked across the street from our home on Hayes Street at what I believe was a Cereal Factory (Ranger Joe?). My mother would make a pot of coffee and I would walk a cup over to him on his morning break and slip it through the fence.
I can't remember him being around very much. This is so sad!
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