The BIGGER Picture

     One of the interests my father and I shared when I was young was the love of a good book.  I remember watching him in bed with his Ian Fleming paperbacks.  When I asked if I could read them, his answer was always the same, “these are grown up books, wait until you are older.” In spite of his reply their covers proved irresistible, so I learned to steal momentary glimpses into his pages whenever I could.

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