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Visions of My Father: Ode to Killer Joe

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His hand gripped my bicycle seat as he ran alongside me that warm summer day. Even though he was young and strong, he was breathing heavily, keeping me upright while we made our way down the street. “Don’t let go me go, Daddy,” I said as I concentrated on steadying myself. “I won’t let go of you, honey; not until you can do it on your own.” My father spoke …