When I still lived at home, on Sunday mornings, my parents and I would wake up early to go to church. We'd get dressed up and leave together when it was still quiet outside. After church, we'd stop at New York Bagel, getting hot, fresh bagels and schmear to go. We'd finally get home and we'd sit down together at the table, me with the funnies, my mom with the weekly store ads, and my dad with the crossword puzzle, eating our bagels. Even when we finish eating, we still sit at the table, still in our Sunday best, working together on the crossword. My dad would leave the easy ones to me, asking me the answer even though he knew it, and sometimes had already written it in the squares. We could sit their for an hour or so, doing the crossword together, refreshed when it was finally finished. Now that I'm by myself, I still like doing crosswords, but find that I can only complete the easy peezy ones in the daily Red Eye. But I don't mind, I still get one everyday and take about an hour to write in all the answers. And wouldn't you know it, I'm getting better at them. Maybe one day, I'll be able to complete a New York Times crossword, just like my dad.
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