When Chip and I were in our early teens we were waiting for Dad to pick us up from DeMolay. We had some time to kill so a bunch of us went up stairs to play pool. One kid had some cigars so we all decided to act grown up and light up the the most putrid cigars ever smoked. As we were standing around smoking, joking, and playing pool we looked up through the smoke to see my father standing in the doorway. You can't imagine our horror as we tried to figure out what to do with the cigar. As we scrambled to find an ashtray Buck simply said "Let's go" and never mentioned that day again. The lesson I learned from my Dad is to know when saying nothing can be the most effective response. I'll miss you