Some heroes pass through your life and disappear in a flash.
You get over it. But the good ones, the real ones,
the ones who count - stay with you for the long haul.
The thing is, after all these years,
I couldn't tell you the score of that game.
What I remember is...sitting in that diner, up late...
being young... drinking coffee with the only real hero
I ever knew.
My Dad - Jack Arnold.
Number one.