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Whenever Dad would visit, he’d insist on Clyde’s. We’d always go to the Friendship Heights one, sit down and watch the train make its circuit.
This was one of the few times I’ve ever seen my parents drink, although it was a Kahlua and Cream and not the Guinness pictured here.
I can’t believe it’s been three years since he passed. Time really does slip through your fingers.