To my son Tommy,
It is getting late and you just went to bed and I am not far behind you. Tonight's blog is kind of a cheat. I have had about three different ideas running through my head all day to write to you about but fatigue has made them merge into one deep artistic blob that is illegible and incomprehensible. So tonight I just am writing to keep our streak going. A cop out? A sell out? Sure. But sometimes you have to do what you have to do just because.
Sincerely with love from your dad,
Leo
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