Thanks, Bruce! One of Dad's and my longest streams of puns was as we drove north from Everett to Marysville and slough each other with puns (if you've been there, you know why, and you'll see one here.)

Dad also loved classical music, and when I got to his house after being called about his death I realized I could have wheels - that tiny Geo Metro of his. The car had a couple hundred thousand miles on it, was worth about as much as a cup of coffee, but there was a high-end radio and cassette/CD player in it. We used to play "drop the needle" and I realized that if I turned the radio on it would probably be on KING-FM (a Seattle all-classical station). I turned it on and a symphony was just ending - literally about the last five bars of something. "Brahms!" I exclaimed. And nailed it! He'd have announced which symphony, but I figured I was as spot on as I could get for that brief amount of music.

It has been nice to revisit this.