My Dad |
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This is a picture of my dad; his hands on brain coral. He
dove before they knew touching coral meant death for the animal. My dad would
never have touched coral had he known it to be a problem. He died a while back
and I inherited his gear. I am sure, were it not for his death, something I
have written about in
The Humorous
Memorial Service, I would not be diving today. My dad was a charachter he
wrote the
family Christmas letter in 1962 and it's pretty funny. You might want to
read it. |
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Harold "Pat" C. Rahn |
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