The thing I remember about Dad all the time is how he used to play with us in the backyard after dinner when it was getting on for dusk in the summer time.  We would run around and shriek and he would chase us all over the place.  I remember this at 178 Main particularly.  It was amazingly satisfying for me.  It seemed to go on for hours -- wasn't he old?  Maybe it just seemed long because it was so important for me.  It seemed like he was truly enjoying it, and we sure were!