Beamer and Jenny knelt and held their father’s hands as they watched him take his last breath, which he did, in the arms of his trusted old friend Ike Besser, who had stood loyally by their father’s side, who had filled in the gaps where he could, who had offered their father something they never could following his ordeal, which was dignity, and in whose backyard shed were 220,000 mildewing, rotting, marked, unusable dollars, which had been there since 1980 and which would not be found until Ike’s death four years later.
