He was always the voice of reason.  He was practical and intelligent.  He talked me into and out of wasting my time too many times to count.

I can't remember if we always had them in our house at Christmas but I do remember, later in his life, watching my Dad cracking nut shells and thoroughly enjoying his nuts for what seemed like hours at a time.  He was so happy when he was crackin' and snackin'.

I remember him pinching his fingers with the nutcracker tool on a number of occasions.  I remember feeling empathetic.  

I also remember one morning, over coffee, my Dad telling me he had to go to the dentist because he had broken a tooth the night before.  He bit down on a piece of nut shell while crackin' and snackin'.

It was then I pointed out we didn't have to crack the shells to eat nuts anymore.  I reminded him that we'd made technological strides and those nuts could now be purchased already shelled  and salted.

He said nothing.  He just grinned.  He saw what I did there.

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