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Dad is entertaining his nurse as I pull on my sterile gown and booties—it’s the story about that time he was stalking a very ferocious three-inch Eastern collared lizard and it turned on him, attached itself to the lip of the camera lens, and wouldn’t let go, so he had to go find it some bugs and then the lizard let go and sat with my dad and ate its bugs before posing for a photo that won him some funny-wildlife photography contest. (I think he actually won the contest with the photo of the lizard on the lens taken with his backup camera. It’s a funny shot.)
My dad has won a lot of awards—I’m glad to hear him talking about one of them. And for all the strutting about he does in his usual life, he never brags about the big wins; he only makes fun of the smaller ones. People don’t
