My Dad

I've been looking at the hundreds of pictures I have in the drawers of my desk and seeing my Dad a lot.

He was a cold miner until WW2 and when he came back he couldn't go back in the mines. He worked at my Uncle Russel's grocery store (as I did) and then became an insurance sales man.

He was kind and gracious to me.

I miss him to this day.

A good man.

A miner, a soldier, a grocery store worker, an insurance salesman.

I miss him greatly.