Last day in Florida and the last shot of my dad's desk with his glasses and tiny little stapler waiting for him to get home. Also, the mousepad is approximately 300 years old, but if something wasn't absolutely, irretrievably broken, my dad didn't replace it. He was not a disposable kind of guy... Which is great for many things, but I can't co-sign on the package of meatless "ground beef" I saw in his refrigerator that had an expiration date in 2008.
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