September 12th, 2004


A colourful life well lived

My Dad was a storyteller of the highest order, and lived a life worthy of the telling. About four years ago he finally decided to write some of it down. When he died, it fell to me as the family historian to type up the hundreds of pages of handwritten notes.

I thought I'd heard all of Dad's stories. Turns out I was wrong. This morning I came across this little gem:

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Extreme sports as an inherited genetic trait, maybe?

Funny, it's almost as if I can feel him looking over my shoulder as I type out his story, making sure I do it justice..
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