...until my Dad died this past weekend. He had pancreatic Cancer, diagnosed in February of 2016. He had a Whipple surgery, chemo, the works. He seemed to be on a good path but that disease is sneaky and cruel. The last six months have been horrible. What little was left of him at the end is breaking my heart. It's like the chem lab in his body had gone crazy and was all out of whack. It's hard to say even what it was exactly that killed him. He was having fluid in his lungs, all kinds of messed up things that had no clear source. I will miss him. No more talking about the lousy NY Mets. There has to be a cure for this disease out there on the horizon. I know I'm going to contribute what I can to helping someone find it.