Midway between Memorial Day and Independence Day, I pause to reflect that my father, Frank Kozol, would have been comemorating our WW-2 victories in his own way. He would have flown the flag in the front yard and tidied up the front lawn in case the parade came by. When the parade did march on South Main Street, he woud put out lawn chairs for strangers who also watched and offer them a cold drink. He would practice acts of…..
