Three things my dad taught me in his last days

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When it came to embarrassing his family, my dad was a pro. Living in a concrete jungle — Chicago — my dad made it a point to say “hello” to everyone he walked past. He’d have no problem interrupting you — even if you were in mid-conversation on your cellphone.

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