Well that's just about the way I played it; most of the time close to the belt, but if the opportunity came up, I'd take a flyer. That old song, "Know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em" applies pretty much to the way I've lived my life.

My claim to fame has been you kids. That's why I'm writing this story to you. My next project is to work on the genealogy from my dad's side of the family. I'm corresponding with people in Kansas, Texas, Florida, and Oklahoma. I've been to the Mormon Chapel in Oakland and the National Archives in San Bruno. I'm making progress, but it's slow going.

Deep down, I've always been a genealogist, even when I'm on the court. I spend the entire game talking about my opponent's family.

Again, our claim to fame has been you kids. You were wanted, and we felt that if we gave you an education, good teeth, and a little loving, you'd succeed. That you did. We are very happy parents. Can you imagine what it would have been like though, if I hadn't had your mother at my side for the last 47 years with her guidance and love? Lucky you guys.

I finished preparing the initial draft of this story in July, 1992. My friend, John Walsh suggested that I should enter it into a word processor so that it would be easy to edit and reproduce using a floppy disk. I knew nothing about computers, so John said that if I gave him tennis lessons, he'd put it into a word processor for me. In addition, he has been editing the story for me, so that if a grandchild reads it some years from now, it will still make sense.

 

Love you kids,

Dad

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