Lydia and dad

Instead of a traditional biography, I opted to post this picture: an image of me and my father, when I was a toddler. It conveys everything that I love about the eighties. Gotta love the mustache, right?  He has since passed away, but I simply cannot remember my dad without his bushy mustache. Over the last few years, I’ve grown incredibly sentimental about my childhood memories, even though they’re not especially pleasant. Somehow, though, we made it through the tough times with laughter.

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