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• It's always been like this: each succeeding generation claiming itself smarter than the one before, and each preceding generation thinking itself wiser than the one after. My dad was no different. And I, equally so. Nevertheless, I'd like to believe we loved each other in the simplest way - and that has made all the difference.

  This one's for the guy who preceded me; so simply, so wisely, and so well: Larry Baldonado - now transcended.