The highlight of my day was getting home from school.
I would lean my bike against the sun porch and smell bread or cookies.
If the boats were in, I'd go to the shore first.
I'd check Dad's lunch pail. There was usually a piece of war cake.
Then I'd throw my bicycle in the back of the truck and go home with him.
- Dad
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