Yesterday was John's dad's funeral. I will tell one story...
I believe it was the year after John's mom died, possibly Thanksgiving or Christmas. We were at Mr. Meyer's house and I went out back to throw a tennis ball for the dogs (many, many dogs). Mr. Meyer came out after awhile, stood for a minute watching and said (low, gravely, Chicago-accented voice) "Boy, you sure don't throw like a girl."
Thanks, Tom. Settle down. Peace.
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My dear friend...I am so sorry. I had no idea. Your family is in our thoughts.
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