Said Mr. Rogers.
(And so do wives.)
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March 22, 2015
April 4, 2013
Dad could carry it off.
Suburban Chicago, 1979. Dad is in the Master Bedroom, wearing one of the zippered cardigans Mom knitted for him. Dad often wore cardigans, and he never reminded me of Mr. Rogers.
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