Papa Shakes and Me, May 1977
Happy Fathers' Day to all the Shaker fathers (and grandfathers, and godfathers, and uncles) whose love and care, for the fortunate among us, made us who we are.
Thank you, Papa Shakes, for always making sure I had the things I need, and for running behind me when I was learning to ride a bike and knowing just when to let go of the seat, and for letting me be weird, and for teaching me how to hold a golf club, and for never being critical of the way I look, and for loving me even when I fuck up or annoy you, and a million other things. I love you.
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