It seems blaspheme to say this, but the combination of Osama bin Laden, football coach Steve Spurrier, and Roy Orbison reunited me with my father. Outrageous, yes. But before these men collided in unexpected ways, he and I hadn’t spoken in years.
Let me back up.
Growing up, my dad told me and my sisters many stories over, and over, and over again. The time he grew six inches in one summer during high school. Or the time he scored a perfect 100% on Ms. Phipp’s two-hour calculus exam in a mere 15 minutes.
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