In his column this week, New York Times op-ed columnist Charles M. Blow recounted memories of his father. Although their relationship was somewhat complicated, he tells a short anecdote about riding around in his dad's old truck and selling watermelons to earn enough money for a Commodore 64 (a throwback computer).
A short excerpt:
He came for me before daybreak. I climbed into the truck, which was littered with months-old coffee cups, dirty papers and rusty tools and reeked of cigar smoke and motor oil. We made small talk, but it didn’t matter. The fact that he was talking to me was all that mattered. We arrived at the farm, negotiated a price and fussed over the ones we would take. We loaded them, each one seemingly heavier than the last, and we were off.
I was a teenager by then, but this was the first time that I had ever spent time alone with him. It felt great.
Read more of Charles Blow's touching story at the New York Times.
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