4 in the afternoon, San Diego time:

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Present company is G Micco, Marvin, Mr. Danny Cardella and myself. We are all "relaxing" after a delivery massage service and a morning of surf lessons from a pro that started at the butt-crack of dawn.

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We're all a little tired, fatigued and a few cocktails deep.

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Conversation proceeds with some intensity, some how the topic of sky diving-navigates it's way on to the deck. I say "I'd sky-dive", Marv calls bullshit and Danny in his always gracious and sometimes challenging way calls the nearest jump-site and about 2 hours later, the 4 of us are 400 meters above the ground and I'm about to kiss the sky.

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Thank you Danny for being more than a great friend but an excellent source of guidance as your sage wisdom begins to deteriorate in your initial stages of dementia as we all celebrate the 40th year of Danny Cardella being on this earth.

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And thanks for everything else - love you, Brother.