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The Greek and the three Vickis

Had a dream last night — I swear it was a dream, not an old Substack post — that my father and I were having breakfast. He was still living in Las Vegas, but he had just sold his house and was planning on moving to Tulsa. On the way to the Bagel Cafe in Summerlin, however, he told me wanted to buy another house.

“What do you think, Ba?” he asked, as we sat down. His coffee was brought to him.

“About buying a house?”

“They got good coffee here, you know?”

“I do.”