"My Dad didn't fish. Nor golf. He raced go karts and flew his hovercraft. I was fortunate in that he seemed to enjoy my company and took me along. We would load up our karts into the DS wagon and make the hour drive to the karting track off of Pederson Road. Great chats on the way there and even better talks on the way home. Me ribbing him for being too slow and my fathers mixed pride and frustration because he couldn't catch me. Then the hovercraft times. Years later. I was 14 or so. We…"
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