PlinytheCenter
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Well said John. The last time I saw my father alive, I flew up to Seattle and I treated him to the Hawks game against the Raiders (the one where Jeremy got kicked in the jewels). It was raining lightly and no cabs were available after the game, so we walked the two miles back to my hotel talking about life in general. One of my most cherished memories and the fondest one of my father.