This past Sunday morning I was given the rare privilege of having breakfast with my dad and my son.
That might seem like a pretty mundane thing to you, but for me, it is pretty rare.
My dad is 85, and my son is 29. For me, stuck in the middle, I found great joy in sitting with the two of them over breakfast at Johnny B’s and simply enjoying the meal and the conversation.
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