Every time we visit my dad, we go for a walk on the beach. On a recent cool September afternoon, the four of us wandered along the water’s edge, poking at rocks and admiring the ripples in the sand. My dad was wearing his green fleece jacket, jeans, and a pair of sturdy shoes. He carried a homemade walking stick, made from a long, strong branch. As we approached the creek, he pointed out to my daughter how

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