Marianito

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Hello, Dad You know, I remember a lifetime ago... I was about 3 1/2 feet tall, weighing all of 60 pounds, but every inch your son. Those Saturday mornings going to work with my Dad, and we'd climb into that big green truck. I thought that truck was the biggest truck in the universe, Pop. I remember how important the job did was. How, If it weren't for us, people would freeze to death. I thought you were the strongest man in the world. Remember those home movies when mom would dress up like Loretta Young? Ice creams and football games? Waino, the tuna? Day I left for California only to come home with the F.B.I chasing me? That F.B.I agent, trout, when we had to get on his knees to put my boots on, you said " That's where you beong, you son of a bitch. Puttin' on Georgies's boots.' That was a good one, Dad. That was really something. You remember that? And the time you told me that money wasn't real? Well, Old Man. I'm 42 years old, and I finally realize.. what you were trying to tell me.. so many years ago. I finally understand. You are the best, Dad. I just wish I could've done more for you. I wish we had more time. Anyway... "May the wind always be at your back and the sun always upon your face and the winds of destiny to carry you aloft to dance with the stars." I love you, Dad. Love, George.RouseSound! Project