Living in Two Worlds

Living in Two Worlds

Living in Two Worlds

When I was a child I would watch my father smoke a Camel Non-Filter standing at the front door and waiting for the morning paper delivery. I would get up at sunrise to have breakfast with him before he left for work. We drank our Folgers coffee black. He would read the paper and I would draw. What I would give to have just one more morning with him like that...