About 6 years ago my parents were in town for my brother's daughter's graduation. I convinced Dad, 6 of my 7 kids, one of the kids' friends, and a female friend to go to a Friday night Indians vs Washington Nationals game, 2 days before Fathers' Day. Dad was 83, I was 49, and we had never been to a ball game together. On the way there, he tells me about going to the 1948 World Series and paying $4 for a bleacher seat. We won the game with a walk-off bases loaded wild pitch. I hope my kids will remember going to that one game with their grandfather. It meant a lot to me that he and the kids went. He passed away 3 summer's ago.