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My father used to entertain us by
juggling oranges and apples in our kitchen. I was
mesmerized. I thought he was a genius and I thought I was the luckiest girl around to have such a dad.
One day he tried
juggling half-gallon glass milk bottles. At that point I just thought he was insane.
3 comments:
Hey Coop
Found the blog, love the photo, it too
is mesmerizing. Was there still milk in the bottles?
Yes, that's what was so insane!
Love the story. I wish I'd had a dad or a brother or even an uncle who did such things.
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