665. Charlene said, "Dad, you're 85 now. You're not going to live forever, you know." Dad said, "What's your point?" She said, "Do you want to—forgive the phrase—pass on anything? A tip? A caveat? After all these years, I still don't know what makes you tick." He said, "I'm your father. What more do you need to know? Here's something for you: I was born in Brooklyn. Does that help?" She said, "C'mon, Dad! Give me something I can hold onto." He said, "Give you something to hold onto? You never gave me 'something'—grandkids. I got nothing to say. Anyway, who cares what I got to say?" She said, "I do, for one." He said, "Well, one's the closest you can get to zero. You want a tip? Pass this on to your neighbor's grandkids: All you have to know is where your next meal is coming from." 1.7
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