A.S.

A.S.

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

Graduate,

no one ever saw him sad.

He was too

Busy boating with

Doyle, chasing skirts as

bachelor

men do, toasting life, nudging

children to

do better via

carrot on a stick.

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