I am now 17 years older than my father lived to be. Imagine that. Seventeen years. I'll never forget the night he died. I was working at Lechmere Sales at the Liberty Tree Mall in Danvers, MA. My wife Sandy suddenly appeared at the credit desk where I was a Supervisor. She whispered for me to follow her. I looked over at my boss to see if it was all right to leave. "It's okay. Just go," he said, as if knowing something I didn't. So I went. Just outside the door I saw the parked car of our friends Skip [READ MORE]