tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11150681.post7473199087235978257..comments2008-03-10T02:28:27.876-04:00fifteenkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115060821374042135noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11150681.post-85872742710685426332008-03-10T02:28:00.000-04:002008-03-10T02:28:00.000-04:00senor kraker, where the heck are you? new zeland? how is the morgan?<BR/>cheers,<BR/>dave helton<BR/>http://www.brink.com/bio/davodavehttp://www.brink.com/bio/davonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11150681.post-41045118014666287572008-03-02T00:34:00.000-05:002008-03-02T00:34:00.000-05:00Sir:<BR/>You have become an eloquent writer whose skill with the word is nearly as great as your skill making the most of a Ping. One day you should write a wee ditty about that wee little 400 yard drive at Randolph Park. Ah, but who would believe it anyway. I bow to you. I was truly moved by this piece. I don't think I ever played with my dad. If I had I would hope to remember it so fondly. Thanks!Krakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04525454147931813370noreply@blogger.com