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...just joking, seriously.
As some of my friends here on the Forum know, I've been living with my dad for the last 2 years and taking care of him since he had a stroke. He passed away on May 30th. I've been wanting to do this for him but I've been very busy trying to empty and redo his house to sell and then close the estate. I don't ever for see me having enough time to do this thing in one fell swoop, so I'll just do it a little bit at a time...
Dad was raised on the outskirts of Marietta South Carolina in the Northwestern foothills of the state. He was the oldest of five siblings and made a dash from the tough life he had growing up when he acquired a basketball scholarship to Wake Forest University. Dad also had an outstanding outgoing personality that opened every kind of door for him during his life. His roommate in the athletic dorm was mr. Dick Tiddy. Dick was best buddies with Arnold Palmer, who was also an athletic dorm. The three of them paled around for years and dad became a supreme golfer but chose a business career in banking instead of golf. For years he maintained a handicap that was a handful of digits on the other side of zero. Once he played in The Dean Martin Pro-Am in Tucson Arizona. He also had a fantastic head for numbers and a sharp memory which aided him greatly in his banking career and also his love for gambling.
He always live life large and I've always felt that I could never come close to filling his shoes. More about this later, here's a few pics...
And his coach, Bones McKinney. A little more about him later also.
Dad was raised on the outskirts of Marietta South Carolina in the Northwestern foothills of the state. He was the oldest of five siblings and made a dash from the tough life he had growing up when he acquired a basketball scholarship to Wake Forest University. Dad also had an outstanding outgoing personality that opened every kind of door for him during his life. His roommate in the athletic dorm was mr. Dick Tiddy. Dick was best buddies with Arnold Palmer, who was also an athletic dorm. The three of them paled around for years and dad became a supreme golfer but chose a business career in banking instead of golf. For years he maintained a handicap that was a handful of digits on the other side of zero. Once he played in The Dean Martin Pro-Am in Tucson Arizona. He also had a fantastic head for numbers and a sharp memory which aided him greatly in his banking career and also his love for gambling.
He always live life large and I've always felt that I could never come close to filling his shoes. More about this later, here's a few pics...
And his coach, Bones McKinney. A little more about him later also.
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