It would be his 106 birthday, my dad. Born at the dawn of the auto age, he was car crazy. Jack Schaefer, urban cowboy, was a modern dedicated father before there the concept existed. He raised me, his only daughter, alone. My mom was a victim of post-partum depression before there was a word for that, too. He took care of us both.
I always light a candle the eve of the anniversary of his birth.
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