I Don’t Understand What You Do?

So, I remember a time visiting Mom and Dad when we were talking about work. I guess that’s a thing between Parents and their Kids. I know we’ve done the same with our kids countless times. Anywho, I guess my Dad had no clue what I did for a living. My answer prompted my creation of this piece, which was mass e-mailed all those years ago. From The Archives:

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