I met Hank when I was a kid and he was an old man. Hank knew how to enjoy life. He enjoyed his lake, he enjoyed his beer, he enjoyed his life. Hank lived right on Candlewood Lake and would tell me year after year that the ice is always off the lake by St. Patrick's Day. This year was no exception. Happy St. Patrick's Day, Hank. I miss you.
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