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February 14, 2018
After my father’s death in 2009, I found a box of reel-to-reel audio tapes in the garage of his home in the California desert. I had seen them pretty much all my life, most of that time in a battered plastic bin on a closet shelf or stacked in the garage. I can’t recall the last time I saw a reel-to-reel tape machine, so I had never heard the tapes. But Mother (she died in 2011) once told me they were recordings of my father’s sermons.