Hello Friends,
The fourth of July means a lot of things for me. All of us celebrate with “bombs bursting in air” to commemorate the birth of our nation and remember the great men and women that made this nation come to life. It has another meaning for me. It was on the fourth of July, 1968 and forty one years ago that my father suddenly passed away... I remember shooting off bottle rockets and waving sparklers with the other kids kind of in a daze, wondering what it all meant. It made for me, the uncertainty of the sixties even more uncertain.