My dad's wife was present tonite when I told him that I wish he'd take better care of his health because, even though his five offspring generally don't demonstrate a high level of respect for their dear old dad, he is still the head - and the glue - of our shattered little island of a family. Dad tried to change the subject at least three times before his wife told him to shut up and listen. Once he quit blabbing about things not-exactly-related to what I was trying to tell him, he just looked at the kitchen floor and teared up. Guess I got my crybaby gene from Dad. This is my favorite holiday candy, by the way. I never see it in New York.