Miss you Dad.
One Photo Per Day
The archive I began when my father died.
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All paperwork signed.
All former owners and partners of Insignia fulfilled. Just David, Brian, and I now… and a big honking bank loan.
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After six years drying in a drawer
I spent this afternoon cleaning and restoring Dad’s fountain pen. Lillian sacrificed a page in her best writing journal for me to test write the first sentence with it.
