I hope that when I'm in my eighties, I can gather with my friends from college, wear a tie, an orange and white striped blazer, a straw hat, and lederhosen . . . and have no one around me question anything about it.
Oh, and some black socks - I'm going to need those as well.
Pretty crappy that even four years later, his love and guidance can still be missed. And he was always able to provide vast amounts of both . . . and both without strings.