” I freeze. Mr. Kennedy my father. Wants to speak with me.I follow the guy to the Kennedy’s driveway as I see a guy get out of the limousine. He s...ands up and looks at me with a grin on his face as if he recognizes me from somewhere. He is 6’4”, wearing an expensive suit. He reeks of cigarette smoke and alcohol. He is huge, four hundred pounds at least.Is he my father? Will I finally find closure or will it turn out as Dr. Wilson said, back to square one.“Hello young man. My name is Thomas. Heather came out of the house, half nude and looking as though she wanted to harden every male tongue within a hundred miles. She came to Dave, kissed him romantically, and then walked to the edge of the pool and dove in. The pool heaters were on almost every day trying to keep the temperature around eighty. For April, that was sometimes ambitious.Bobbie Wyatt came out of the kitchen area carrying two large platters of hors d’oeuvres. She set them down on the bar. “Hi, Dave. See if people like. So 2pm rolled around and the guys turned up one by one at the designated meeting spot in the pub. Some had been to previous meets so were more comfortable than the newbies attending for the first time. Thankfully the sun was out and it was warm enough to enjoy a beer with each other to put everyone at ease… of the regulars, Kenny, Ben and Stewart were there along with Michael, Pete and Mark and myself. (I can go into more detail about each fellow perhaps in another edition!)… Brett, Brad and. ”“Ed just ignores her like you do Mom.”“Ed’s a good man, Squirt. I’m happy you’re with him.”“I do have one major regret.”“What’s that?”“I never really had a chance to tell Jorge how truly sorry I was and how much I appreciated everything he tried to do for me.”I smiled, “He knew. We talked about it. He loved you, but he also knew he wasn’t right for you. He and Trish would have made a perfect couple.”“I still can’t believe he’s gone.”“I miss him, too,” I said.March 16, 1994, Chicago,.