When I was 15, I arranged a good surprise for my dad: tickets to a Three Dog Night concert in Peoria. I ordered the tickets and hid them behind my sock drawer (as if he would go snooping in my sock drawer anyway). The night of the concert, he drove us downtown while I directed from the passenger seat since I couldn't drive yet. As we rounded the corner onto Main Street, he looked at me and said, "We're not going to the strip club, are we?"

It was a great concert and a great night; I'll never forget my dad's confident look as he said, "The encore has to be Eli's Coming." I'll always remember that father/daughter outing.

Happy Birthday, Daddy.

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1 Would that be Big Al's? Not that I've been there or anything.......

Posted by: John at June 30, 2004 08:13 AM (crTpS)

2 Yes indeed I met a soldier here from Hoopeston, IL, who said he knew P-town because he used to go to Big Al's. That's a long drive...

Posted by: Sarah at June 30, 2004 08:27 AM (TLWyW)

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