For those of you who know anything about me, you know that on my mothers side, I had two grandfathers. They were papa a (Rod) and papa B (Theo). I just finished reading the autobiography of Richard Rodgers entitled Musical Stages. It's a fascinating book, and I highly recommend it. But I digress. I noticed that my papa B should be called papa b Rodgers because I had no idea how much he had in common with Richard Rodgers. Not only were they both great musicians, but they were both outstanding businessmen. However, the weren't sly, shrewd businessmen. They were kind and generous. Although, the had just the amount of stern push to get things accomplished just right and promptly. Also, they both pressed through heart issues. They both pressed through times when chapters of their lives ended and new ones began. They both have meticulous daughters and talented grandsons. Also, sadly they are both gone from this earth. However, I know just like in his iconic song that I'll never walk alone. Just as in the final quote of the book their spirits live on forever. To Papa B and Mr. Rodgers you truly both were something wonderful.
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