I am my Father's son

     This morning, after completion of my morning ritual, I returned to my bedroom, coffee in hand, to be greeted by a rather unsettling smell. I recognized it from my past. It was my fathers smell. I remember going into his bathroom for toothpaste or some other toiletry, and gasping to find some fresh air. Now I had done it to myself. It's official, if there were any doubt. I am my father's son. I digress and go surfing.