This is a memory of Dad I keep close to my heart. As most of you know Dad had some pretty crazy work hours and our paths rarely crossed. One Saturday morning back when I was in high school I had gotten up so early it was still dark. I had a canoe race in Central Park for something called the Mayor's Cup or championship or something like that. I got myself dressed and out to the kitchen to eat something and leave. Well Dad was in the kitchen. He seemed tired and detached as he sometimes looked and was surprised to see me. After I told him about the race he helped me get a lunch. He packed all kind of simple treats like pickles and those little Italian plum tomatoes and and hard boiled eggs and sandwiches. I never would have packed a lunch like that. He asked me about the race and if I won a lot. I looked him in the eye and told him I always win. I think his approving smile is what lifted me that day. Through the dark and rainy day in Central Park not even getting soaked or lost on my way to the lake or breaking open the lunch bag that held my treasure could bring me down. I had my father's approval with me in that broken paper bag and nothing was bringing me down. I practically danced to the race, won my singles, doubles and 4man races and teamwise brought home the "Cup" and shared my lunch with everyone. It was a cold rainy Spring day but I will never forget the fire he put in me that day. I guess the moral of this story is never underestimate the power of a father's love. It is a golden thing radiating an irresistable warmth that restores and strengthens. I will always remember Dad this way.