Of Planes, Cars And Bars Comments

What comes to my mind reading this, Smoky, is a moment with my dad having breakfast in a restaurant in uptown Manhattan. I was with him to buy merchandise for his store at the time. At one point, I have no recollection of what prompted it, he shared how he was once feeling sorry for himself when he heard of a plane wreck and all who died in it. That, he told me, brought him out of his funk and made him realize he was at least alive.. -Glen