When I was almost four years old, one of my earliest memories was of watching Saturday morning cartoons with my dad. He was working third shift at the G.W. Bliss factory in Hastings, Michigan, and he slept most of the hours that I was awake. The one time I got to see him during daylight hours was when he came home on Saturday morning and we watched cartoons together. 1968 was a particularly good year for cartoons, and we watched them side-by-side while eating Kool-Pops. I always had a preference for the blue ones, and strangely enough my daughter prefers them too, without any urging from me.Everything these days reminds me of my dad.
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