June 19, 2011

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Every Father’s Day, I love recalling the catalytic impact that Preston Playground had on my life so, annually on Father’s Day I like to reprise my 2008 Ode to Preston Playground blogpost - a significant play, sports and man-making locale for me in my formative years. Happy Father’s Day - Preston Playground!

My father was gone by my 3rd birthday—never to return. He left no memories of a stern voice, or comforting touch, “a smell-good” scent, or that weary and pride-filled look of “I’m workin’ my behind off for this family.” I have no memories of nurturing or endearing moments, and no “go git your glove boy & let’s head out back” images to reflect on either. I don’t have one picture of my father anywhere. I don’t have a single snapshot of our family together or of him holding his sons in a bear hug. Read More…

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