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During my teenage years, we had a large porch on our house. My father enjoyed decorating for the summer patriotic holidays, spending much of his time grooming the lawn and shrubs. When finished, he would clean up then sit at a wicker table enjoying a beer and cucumber salad. Gazing out at the lawn with a smile of satisfaction, he would sip his beer. My mother would read, on a matching wicker sofa.