Dad is so hard to buy for these days that instead of an actual gift, we decided to give him the gift of time and family. We all (Kyle, Jess, Joe, Jocelyn, Dad, Bill and I) went out for a nice birthday dinner up north and fussed over him. He had a good time and continues to tell the waitress when he's finished drinking his Manhattan that there must be a leak in his glass - I wish I had a dollar for every time I've heard that.
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