As the Vikings get pounded yet again today, of course, this somehow reminds me of Dad. Seems somehow for about 4 or 5 years in a row when the Vikings came to Detroit/Pontiac a certain high school kid was in a luxury suite at the Silverdome eating shrimp and watching the game on closed circuit and live down below.
Thanks Dad and Eaton indirectly.
Dean
P.S. - this is where I first learned the fine art of the traveler, though was unable to practice it at the time. Not sure anything builds more loyalty in a client or friend than a pocketful on the way out?
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