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On weekend mornings when he was growing up, his dad used to come in to his room and wake him
by playing the saxophone. Just because.

“That’s the kind of man he was.”

When he reminded his 94-year-old father of this last week, the old man opened his eyes and smiled
with that one tooth missing, and said “Ah, those were the days.

Those were the good days.”

1990s