How can a

kid not love a man

who gives out gifts on

his own birthday?  He

also read history

a trick my

father uses to

prolong his

hold on earth.  Gramp was

also busy, but got to

be a great

golfer, a sport whose

torch skipped to Margot

and Mike.  We visited him

in Naples twice a year and

his son got

married at sunset

in his house

so he could attend.

Mr. Stuber, a Cornell


no one ever saw him sad.

He was too

Busy boating with

Doyle, chasing skirts as


men do, toasting life, nudging

children to

do better via

carrot on a stick.

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