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Oh Mare, that was a precious story....I never read it before. Like you, I missed my Dad alot yesterday and shead a few tears. Every time Jack and Frank would have lunch together, I couldn't wait for him to get home that night and tell me the stories from the lunch. I am SO GLAD you have that little box. What a great momento.


Mary, That is a great story...and so your dad...thanks for reposting it. Are you in Alaska yet? How is the Ritz on wheels?

Love, Gail

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