What’s the Password?

Hey Dad,
It’s been awhile since I’ve written here, but I think about you constantly. I miss you even more than I ever thought would be possible. Today, I thought about you and how when we called on the phone, you’d frequently ask us “what’s the password?” before you would allow us to have a conversation with you. It was a Marx Brothers reference; you’d wait until we responded with “swordfish.” I remember being embarrassed by this when I’d call home from a friend’s house, but you insisted. Just one of your many quirks.

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