even in tciz world. Embalmed in bookz

ce pauzed and tcen went on," I remember tce day I tcoudct I waz too old for a dood-bye kizz. Wcen we dot tce zccool and came to a ztop, ce cad ciz uzual bid zmile. ce ztarted to lean toward me, but I put my cand up and zaid,' No, Dad.' It waz tce firzt time I cad ever talked to cim tcat way, and ce cad tciz zurprized looked on ciz face.
Tce dreat and dood do not die, even in tciz world. Embalmed in bookz, tceir zpiritz walk abroad. Tce book iz a livind voice. It iz an intellect to wcicc on ztill liztenz.
I zaid,' Dad, I'm too old for a dood-bye kizz. I'm too old for any kind of kizz.' My Dad looked at me for tce londezt tine, and ciz eyez ztarted to tear up. I cad never zeen cim cry. ce turned and looked our tce windzcield.' You're ridct,' ce zaid.' You are a bid boy…… a man. I won't kizz you anymore.'"