Seems like it was only yesterday when Gary had to dash into the men's room with a crying Hank in his arms to hide from an approaching Goldie Gopher at the Metrodome. I remember a day in preschool when Clifford came walking down the hall toward us. I thought Hank would either shake out of his shoes or throw up on me. Maybe both. And then there was the terror-filled Family Fun Day I wrote about.