These stories are arranged around old photographs. My memory…altered by time…is quite vivid about these photographs. Each one could easily spin off into a dozen others about the events and people. I think I may be the luckiest man in the world to have lived this life.
These stories are for my family. Many times since I lost my Dad I wished I could clarify my memory about one of the stories he told me. These, at least in the beginning are mostly about my childhood and teen years since only my cousin Elaine was around back then. They are not being added in order but I am keeping them chronological here.