Could this be one of the last Ottawa Journal mailboxes that exist?
My Dad is a pack rat to extremes. Glad he kept this.
On the worst day of my life it will be mine to stay with me until I go. Because this is my Dad.
*He& #39;s drinking liquor upstairs but I feel him here too
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My Dad is a pack rat to extremes. Glad he kept this.
On the worst day of my life it will be mine to stay with me until I go. Because this is my Dad.
*He& #39;s drinking liquor upstairs but I feel him here too
Some of my Dad& #39;s old Journal reporter buddies keep tabs on me here. It must be weird for them because they only knew me as an infant.
All of a sudden I& #39;m a fully formed human being who writes, OFTEN like some of Dad& #39;s columns. I even talk in full sentences and have OPINIONS.
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All of a sudden I& #39;m a fully formed human being who writes, OFTEN like some of Dad& #39;s columns. I even talk in full sentences and have OPINIONS.