1. When in color, my Dad never wore an ensemble that matched. It always was sweatpants/wind pants and a coaching coat of some kind.
2. His eyes in this photo are alive. It is totally the look I got several times.
3. The bow. He loved archery. Some of my earliest memories are of going to bow shoots as a family and learning to shoot with Dad. It is a hobby I regret not keeping up with in adulthood. Maybe we would have spent more time together.
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