I have flashbacks every now and then to a conversation with my father on a humid summer evening in the Midwest. He was doing dad shit that day: Cleaning up the garage, changing the oil on the car, listening to Nirvana through an FM radio that must have been twice as old as he was. The O’Riley Auto Parts jingle is burned into my brain.
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#058 Sticking With It
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I have flashbacks every now and then to a conversation with my father on a humid summer evening in the Midwest. He was doing dad shit that day: Cleaning up the garage, changing the oil on the car, listening to Nirvana through an FM radio that must have been twice as old as he was. The O’Riley Auto Parts jingle is burned into my brain.