Today's story takes me back to the times when my dad was working in the arena. He worked the 3 to 11 shift and on special occasions I was allowed to stay up and wait for him. The first thing he'd do when he got home is make us each a fried egg sandwich. Then we'd watch an episode of Mash. If I was really lucky he'd bring home a box of hot tamales for me.
I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world! Now, thirty years later I realize I was right. I had a fried egg sandwich for you today, dad. It wasn't quite as good without you but I felt like you were right there next to me.
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