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Dad was born 86 years ago today. The first day of Spring. Doesn't feel like Dad's birthday. Fitting...it doesn't feel like the first day of Spring either. I guess I hadn't thought much about how this whole "Birthday" thing would play out. Hadn't thought much about how this whole "Spring" thing would play out. I knew Christmas was going to be hard because Dad loved it so much. I just forgot about how much this time of year reminds me of him. Spring was always all about Detroit. We knew it was that time of year when Ernie Harwell was blaring on Dad's radio. I loved it... Summer was coming! And then there was the Pistons. Never forget watching every one of their games with Dad in 1990. He and I would take turns rocking Alyssa while we watched them become World Champs! Spring also meant golf season was upon us. I loved to go golfing with my dad. Between the back and front...