Saying Goodbye

My Father, if you hadn’t already guessed, was British. Every once in a while, he had a little Whiskey, usually when tensions in a country were high, and he needed to have some thinking time. Every morning, over coffee, and getting ready for the day, my Father had the news on, whether it was on …

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