Rock Accountant

It’s about this time every year that my wife decides that the shorts I have been wearing the last two months are the perfect father’s day gift.

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Clemson is my ten months old 100 pound Golden Retriever. He is, as he acknowledges, an animal beyond redemption. His last moments ( shown in this photo), were an untidy amalgamation of barking and drooling. I hanged him without ceremony with the 50 ft garden hose he dragged into my kitchen.

On hot summer evenings in Pittsburgh, we would chase lightning bugs around our yards, catching them in mason jars. I still remember how they smelled when I lifted the top.

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As you have probably guessed I did not hang with the “Mom, I want a pony” crowd.

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