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The cycle repeats itself

During my trip back to Colorado last weekend, I got to see my brothers and sister.   We took a ride out to the family farm, where my brother is holding down the fort (quite nicely, I might add.) The first thing I noticed is that my Dad immediately got into a conversation with my brother…asking questions, giving advice.

Dad and Steve

Then we went to a restaurant that we frequent, the Blue Parrot, for my favorite spaghetti.   What happened?  My Dad got into a conversation with my other brother…asking questions, giving advice.

Dad and Dave

It really struck me how things never really change.  I remember this scene playing out over and over again, between my Dad and my Grandfather, when I was growing up.  On the farm, in a restaurant, at their home after Church on Sunday.  There were always questions, there was always advice.   The cycle repeats itself.

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