So yesterday I'm sitting in our local sports bar and the Yankees are getting pounded by the Sox...and the beer is cold...and the afternoon light is coming through the windows in just the right way so as to make me think of my dad, and how much I miss him... and it occurred to me that if a man wells up in the eye with tears remembering his father...shouldn't you order another round and drink to the memory of the man who... The man who taught you..taught you everything you ever needed to know... even if it has taken most of your life to realize it.
"He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again"
Hamlet
Act I Scene 2
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