Lest I forget what a lucky man I am, in the last week we sat in our box at the Pennsylvania Ballet and saw the premier of Dance of the Animals; we sat in our front row seats at Walnut Street Theater to see the best rendition of Les Miserables ever; and yesterday we sat in the front row of Cirque du Soleil.
On top of that, the best part was that my teenage boys go up early yesterday morning to join me for a Father’s Day breakfast at Nudy’s Eastside Cafe. Yep, I’m a lucky man.
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People like you make their own luck.
No one deserves it more.
People like you make their own luck.
No one deserves it more.
Thanks, Rick. That means a lot.
Thanks, Rick. That means a lot.
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