You know, I remember a lifetime ago
I was about three-and-a-half feet tall
weighing all of 60 pounds, but every inch your son.
Those Saturday mornings going to work with my dad
and we'd climb into that big green truck.
I thought that truck was the biggest truck in the universe, Pop.
I remember how important the job we did was.
How, if it weren't for us,
people would freeze to death.
I thought you were the strongest man in the world.
Remember those home movies when Mom would dress up like Loretta Young?
Ice creams and football games? Waino, the Tuna?
Day I left for California, only to come home with the FBI chasing me?
That FBI agent, Trout...
when he had to get on his knees to put my boots on, you said--
That's where you belong,
you son of a bitch.
Puttin' on Georgie's boots.
That was a good one, Dad.
That was really something.
You remember that?
And that time you told me that money wasn't real?
Well, old man, I'm 42 years old
and I finally realize...
what you were trying to tell me
so many years ago.
I finally understand.
You're the best, Dad.
I just wish I could've done more for you.
I wish we had more time.
"May the wind always be at your back
and the sun always upon your face
and the winds of destiny to carry you aloft to dance with the stars. "
- "Dance with the stars."
I love you, Dad.