Itwasthesummerof’62.Iwasfreshoutofhighschoolandhaddecidedtofollowinmyfather’sfootstepsandpursueacareerinengineering.Dadwasinhisprimeandneverlookedbetter.Solidandmuscularwithdarkgoodlooks,hestillturnedheadseverywherehewentandmademeproudtobeachipoffhisoldblock.IwascrazyaboutmyoldmanandknewI’dmisshimwhenIleftforcollege.Soweplannedtospendasmuchofthesummertogetheraswecould.DadandIhadourspecialgames.Wedidn’ttalkaboutthemallthatmuch,wejustplayedthem.Sometimesheinstigatedtheplay,sometimesIdid.It