Messages from My Father
Calvin Trillin
1993
I remember the moment when it dawned on me that my father did not impress the world at large as a powerful figure. We were at a camera store on the Plaza—a faux-Andalusian shopping district that remains the most elegant place for retail business in Kansas City. I don’t remember how old I was, but it was old enough, at least, to be using a camera…
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