In Memory of My Dad

For those of you who didn't have a pleasure of knowing him the way my family did, I'd like to tell you a little bit about my dad. Duane Jones was born on August 12th, 1954.  If you knew him as a child, you may have pitied him.  He had a rough childhood, enduring abuse and neglect.  He even lived in a tent on the beach for a while.  As a teenager, you may have known him as a druggie, a thief and a street racer.  His car was equipped with a police scanner, which would be useful to "exit stage right" if