Dad was thrilled with our idea to take a long three-month trip. He asked about it all the time, wondering why we hadn’t yet scheduled it. We couldn’t, of course, while needed some much assistance. But when we finally did make the trip, we somehow found an MGD in a random liquor store in Africa, and we dragged that damn can around for more than a week so we could pay proper homage. That place, we thought, was Victoria Falls. And so we carried around that can to pour one out for Norm, at Danger Point of all places, at the most impressive natural feature of our trip. Cheers, Dad!
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