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Fathers and sons, and why we remember

My father passed away so many years ago that he seems like a distant memory of a stranger, yet I see him in the eyes of my younger son, who bears a striking resemblance to my dad when he was a young man, photographed somewhere in Eastern Washington holding a bolt-action .22-caliber rifle that occupies a place of honor today in my modest little gun locker.

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Article by Dave Workman