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At dinner at the Grand Canyon, Dad asked me why I was staring at him. “You’re grayer,” I said, not telling him that he reminded me a little of Dustin Hoffman in Death of a Salesman. “I got old,” Dad said. “At my next birthday – I can hardly believe it – I’ll be 69 years old.” Dad remarked that the block we were on had been his territory when he worked for that private investigating firm while he was still in high school.
“All I wanted back then was to rest for a while, appreciate life, and experience what it feels like to be out of college. I felt so free for the first time in years. I had nothing to worry about anymore, because I was done. I did what I was told – to finish my studies before anything else. There were no more rules, and I was finally on my own.”