This is the first time I've ever seen my father without a mustache (except for baby photos). I actually probably wouldn't know it was him, if not for my uncle standing next to the car (and the car that I immediately recognize from my childhood). He said he had to have one, so that people could tell him and his brother Mark apart. I tried to get him to shave it off once, when I was little. He said, "Maybe." I secretly can't wait until he's old enough that I can accidentaly shave it off when helping him clean up. I'm just curious.

He's so ghostlike in this photo, which is not how he is in life. I still tense up every time I hear him start up the stairs--his feet clomping, his ankle cracking. I've developed the same ankle-crack, and I hate it.

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