Somewhere I recorded that the first sentence Jay constructed was, "Daddy taxes." That would have been in the spring of 1988. I always appreciate the hard work Dad does on our taxes. I liked watching him today as he worked on the card table in front of the window. He has such beautifully colored hair, silvery white and steely grey.
Like a trout. That seems about right.
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Ah, you have the silvery gray hair of a trout. ... quite the compliment.
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