Arriving for Grandma’s funeral.  Decades ago.  My father was sitting opposite me in the limo.  The entire way there I was fiddling with the Konica Hexar in my suit jacket pocket.  Thinking about this moment.

The Funeral
Because I knew, at some point, the limo driver that looked like Lurch, would get out and open the door for us.

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