Twelve friends scattered across the country, banded together in memory of my dad. He hadn’t been forgotten, and as long as his name was spoken, by my friends or by his daughter in a story like this, some part of him remained young and healthy and alive.Twelve friends scattered across the country, banded together in memory of my dad. He hadn’t been forgotten, and as long as his name was spoken, by my friends or by his daughter in a story like this, some part of him remained young and healthy and alive.Read Morewww.espn.com – NCB
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