When I think of my dad there are several images that come to mind easily. The first is a picture from the late 70's (around the time I was born) of him leaning out of the door of the Wabco dump truck he drove in the coal mine, a Polaroid of him and his dog rebel from the early 80's, a picture of me and him on the Triumph riding through the yard
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