Where do I start Dad... those weekends when I was a small child, you reading the funny papers to me in your lap with a bowl of Dutch chocolate ice cream and an 11 o'clock trip to Columbus Drive to pick up the early edition of the Sunday newspaper... Drives to Bayshore in your fancy convertible... I remember you buying me a rabbit muff for Christmas one year which I kept and cherished until I was an adult. As I grew older I remember pancakes on Sunday mornings, you teaching me to shoot a gun, numerous phone calls after I left Tampa, and Masonic breakfasts later after I returned. In between, far too many memories to relate, but each one as special to me now as they were then. Perhaps my fondest however are the days we sat on your porch staring up at the sky and talking about "your" Tampa... and latest of all those Wednesday morning visits where you shared your childhood with me and parts of mine I didn't remember. Each memory is carved in my heart, as are you. And until we meet again, always know I love you and will miss you.