After passing away sixteen years ago, I try to remember what my father would have done on Veterans Day. If the weather permitted, he would have brought his modest American flag up from the basement and proudly fixed it in its spot on the front of the house for all passersby to see. If there wasn’t anything my mother needed him to do, he would then set up beach chairs on the sidewalk if there was a parade. He took…..
While repeatedly proofing the text of this book for typo’s and errors related to chronology, it seemed as if my father’s voice was coming through as if he was telling his story. It is expected that he has now been gone for just about ten years, that this would have a profound emotional and psychological impact on me. I was happy to hear that I was not alone. My wife and I got together with her cousins yesterday who also…..