Its time to return to writing in a new blog with a new focus. And appropriately we begin on Memorial Day, when we honor those who served and continue to serve when our nation called. This will be my first Memorial Day without this handsome young guy in this photo. He's my Dad. We lost him last year in October after a long illness. Ray was 86 years old.
In April 1945 Dad turned 18. Hitler's Germany was about to fall and FDR had only days to live. Dad's father, my Grandpa Tony, sat his son down and