SRS ... Well Maggie, I have to say that you described your Father John very well. So it's been eleven years ... my how time flies. I think about your Father very often, especially whenever I drive North from our home in Everett. As I cross the Ebby Slough Bridge, I can't help looking off to the left and glancing at the strip of houses on Mission Beach. I no longer can pick out his house from the others, but I know it's right there. As you said, he never did suffer fools ... and I'm pleased to remember that he enjoyed me, as I did him. Hugs, Bob