"Crap! I wish I hadn't seen Ricky on the sidewalk."

"You will be fine for 31 minutes. You will be dead in 32 minutes."

Monday, February 4, 2013

Tiger (1928-2003)

We would have celebrated my father's 85th birthday on Sunday if he hadn't died in 2003.

I'm writing something about him now.  Not much, 1500 words.  Some people you can write a book about, some people can be summed up with a four-letter word.

1500 words isn't enough to cover my relationship with my father. It's a start, nothing more.  A couple of laughs, a couple of tears.

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