-----Original Message-----
From: Beyer, Jim
Sent: Thursday, April 13, 2000 10:51 AM
To: 'ravindra@lemessurier.com'
Cc: 'Smith, Curtis'
Subject: Thanks for the tickets
Ravi:
Here is a true story that you will appreciate.
I took my seven year old daughter Lauran to the Celtic's game last night. Those were great tickets you gave me, right on the floor next to the court where you could hear the squeaks and
grunts and groans of the action. Lauran could practically reach out and touch the famous Boston Garden parquet without leaving her seat.
When we got to Fleet Center I bought Lauran a hot dog with everything, and she was permitted a Sprite.
A soft drink with dinner is rare treat for her so she was very happy. The cotton candy guy came by and I got her a pink cotton candy, which she really enjoyed. When that was finished the ice cream guy came by so we had an ice
cream, which she didn't want to finish because she thought it would make her too full for the popcorn, which soon followed.
She was sitting there covered in food about halfway through this giant popcorn box and she really seemed to be enjoying herself.
She looked at up at me with these big eyes and said, "Dad, this is the best night of
my life."
I'm a soft touch anyway, but of course I melted with fatherly pride, reveling in the fact that attending the game in my company was giving her such great enjoyment.
She ventured further. "What was the best night of your life?"
Think about that. What was the best night of my half century of life?
The mind boggles.
I bravely answered, "Well, the first night your mom and I spent together was pretty memorable," hoping that she wouldn't delve too much further than her seven year old
curiosity ought to take her.
"Really," she said, pausing. "What did you have to eat?"
Children have a way of keeping you grounded.
Thanks very much for thinking of me.
Jim B.