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Sometimes it seems like my family only gets together when something horrible happens--my mom's death, my dad's heart attack--but this time we were going to celebrate my dad's retirement. 54 years in teaching and 49 years at Enfield High School, the last decade or more as the Social Studies department head.
Above my brother tries to decide if he'll borrow clothes from my father or if we should make a run to Target.

Here's my dad looking rather tired. He didn't slow down, instead he picked up the pace and worked even harder during his last month at work. Behind him are the boxes of books rescued from the fire. He is going to take his time sorting through them.

My brother sits in the house we grew up in (well he grew up in a few others--we moved here in 1977) which is presently more orderly than at any other time I've ever seen it.
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Date: 2012-06-27 12:05 am (UTC)