the seas for his catch. When you got close to him， he smelled liketheocean. He would wear his old canvas， foul-weather coat and his bibbedoveralls. His rain hat would be pulled down over his brow. No matterhow much my Mother washed them， they： would still smell of the seaand of fish. Franks voice dropped a bit. "When the weather was bad he woulddrive me to school. He had this old truck that he used in his fishingbusiness. That truck was older than he was. It would wheeze andrattle down the road： You could hear it，coming for blocks. As hewould drive toward the sch6ol， I， would shrink down into the seat，hopingto disappear.<br> "Half the time， he would slam to a stop and the old truck wouldbel a cloud of smoke. He would pull right up in front， and itseemed like everybody would be standing around and watching. Thenhe would lean .over and give me a big kiss on the cheek and tell me tobe a good bey， It was so embarrassing forme. Here， I was twelve ：yearsold， and my Dad would lean over and kiss me goodbye！"<br> He pausec and then went on， "！ remember the day I decided I wastoo old for a goodbye kiss. When we got to the：school and came to astop， he had his usual big smile. He started to lean toward me， butIput my hand up and said， No， Dad.
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