had a strange dream tonight. I walked into a very large, very famous (totally fictitious) bar in NYC, ordered a drink , then raised my glass and shouted a toast: "to george reilly!". And the whole bar responded as one: "to george!" george was my dad who passed away from cancer a couple of years age, age 52. he hadn't had a drink in 20 years and had never been to the usa. After I woke up, I got to thinking: "how do we celebrate the lives of those who have passed away?"