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This picture was made in a Danish port, about 1927 I think. The little girl is my mother, born...
It happens almost every day. I get home from work, kick off my shoes, plop down in front of the television and I hear that unmistakable voice. He wants me to go swimming. My 13-year old son has waited all day for his dad to join him in the pool. I can't understand for the life of me why this is such a big deal. I mean, I'm 50 years old! Most of the time, I'll just say no, implying...