It’s a very vague memory that seems stuck in my head. I’m with Dad, he’s carrying me and we’re walking down a long hallway with another man.
The other man is older and in a gray overcoat that smell of cigarette smoke. The three of us enter an elevator and go down to a lower floor.
As I said—it’s jus’ a memory, but I have a feeling I know where it’s from. It’s the time period where Dad worked as a security detail for Pat Brown, former Governor of California and we’re inside the State Capitol.
It leaves me puzzled as I have to question the wisdom of taking a toddler to work as a personal body-guard.
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