 He must have gotten into the gale and was trying to save the nets and the floats. I looked at Frank and saw the tears were running down his cheeks. Frank spoke again. Guys, you don't know what I'd give. To have my dad give me just one more kiss on the cheek. To feel his rough old face. To smell the ocean on him. To feel his arm around my neck. I wish I could have been a man then. If I'd been a man, I would have never told my dad that I was too old for a goodbye kiss.