Taking Care

If you were to get into my father’s car, unlike so many vehicles, you wouldn’t find spare change in the ash tray or any of the little cubbies so common in cars. My dad had this little change purse that you would squeeze to open and put your pennies, nickels, etc. in it. I still remember it; it was green plastic and branded from the Credit Union “Not for profit, not for charity, but for service”.

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