We were total strangers in a hardware store. Nonetheless, we each nodded to one another in a silent gesture of “hello,” as we crossed paths.

I was headstrong to the automotive department, so I never gave him a second thought. It happened that I walked through the aftermath of his cologne, and it blanketed over me like the morning sun. I instantly revisited that old familiar scent of “Old Spice,” and to the degree of walking backwards into yesterday.

Most every morning, I was awakened in the early morning darkness to a soft, faint light creeping under my bedroom door, like a friendly ghost crawling across the carpet. That gave me the sign that my dad was in the bathroom getting ready for another workday. Like the “Energizer Bunny,” I’d turn back the sheets, scamper down the hallway and re

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