This is Dad's Wallet. When he died September 9, 1971, Mom put it in his top dresser drawer and there is stayed until she herself died 15 years later. I saved it and packed it away for 31 years.
The wallet is black, very worn, and if you put it up to your nose and inhale, you can just faintly make out the scent of leather mixed with pipe tobacco. Dad's smell. Almost like I am 10 years old again and giving him a hug. Its a good feeling.
Lets open it up and see what's inside.
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