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1. Sheila Ryan on June 19th, 2011 at 8:23 am

   Rick, that is beautiful. Your rememberies of growing up in a musical household are wonderful.

2. Deron Bauman on June 19th, 2011 at 9:28 am

   That’s a great fucking photo. I see you in him as well.

3. Carole Corlew on June 19th, 2011 at 2:01 pm

   Tall and handsome, just like you!

4. Sheila Ryan on June 19th, 2011 at 2:08 pm

   It’s wonderful how I can see likenesses not only between Rick and his dad but also (because people are posting photos of fathers on Facebook and elsewhere) between other friends and their fathers. I remember the photo Andrew posted a while back of his father. I could sure see Simone.

   My dad’s birthday is either today or tomorrow. I can’t recall which, but it came to mind when I learned from Brian Beatty that today is his dad’s 65th birthday. My dad would have been 95 today. Or tomorrow. Or maybe 94. I can’t remember which, either, so I’ll go with 95, as I think that’s right. That means he was 53 when he died. He and I adored one another, and every now and again I still have dreams about him. They always make me happy. Never sad.

5. Carole Corlew on June 19th, 2011 at 2:19 pm

   Me too, Shelia, about those dreams. I love them. Purely love them.

6. Sheila Ryan on June 19th, 2011 at 2:35 pm

   Friendly visits. That’s how they feel. I’m grateful.

7. Rick Neece on June 19th, 2011 at 9:09 pm

   There is, or was, once a 45-rpm record I had, or maybe Mom still has, or maybe it is lost, they recorded on red plastic, the label cream-colored. On one side, “‘Til the Last Leaf Shall Fall from the Tree.” On the flip side, “His Hand.” Written by the pianist pictured here. I remember her first name was Judith, I don’t remember her whole name. We had (I can’t believe Mom doesn’t still have the copy) a piece of sheet-music with her picture on the front. I could almost sing it here. I might not remember tonight, but it is in my head, in my heart.

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