Yuri was on his way to bring him back to the fold but he mentioned two other Russians he uses. Fortunately I was able to cancel the hit in time.
Treasure the memories and the spirit of him. Mine is 90 and failing. I travel cross-country to bear hug him whenever I can.
I was only feeling guilty because of the others slashing and gashing their faces off with straights and kami's.
I'll send Ivan ahead to make all the necessary arrangements. He doesn't speak Japanese but he understands points and grunts. Should be fine.
Lucky you. My dad was partial to banjo, dixieland and barbershop quartets! (oddly enough, some of it eventually did rub off on me.)
Not too much. My kids love them too, so I have to keep it mild. By the way that pic is a stock photo, I didn't take pics of mine.
Growing up, my dad would keep a pot of boiled peanuts on the stove in all but the coldest weather, and at that point he would roast peanuts in the oven every night. He bought raw peanuts in 50 lb sacks.