I ran across the above photograph of my father sitting in our Stuart, Florida condo the other day while perusing some old family photo albums. It must have been taken around 1976, because my father is sitting on the couch we had back in Chicago, which was soon jettisoned by my parents for something a bit more tropical. The thing that strikes me most about this photograph - besides the obvious sentimental reasons - is that everything in it besides the couch is either still in that condo or in my condo here in Denver. That must make me either a very strong traditionalist or quite a cheapskate. Most likely both.
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