Just finished mowing the family cemetery plots and planting geraniums. My parents always did that on Memorial weekend to tribute those no longer with us. I like carrying on the tradition. My dad was a WWII vet serving on the USS Block Island. An escort carrier sunk in the Atlantic. As a boy I used to ride around with him visiting his friends and hearing the war and other stories. I miss listening to the talk and wish I had sense enough to write down what I heard back then. I remember much of it but wish I could remember down to the small details. The stories...war and otherwise...were very captivating to a young boy. Talk of men and what they had done and what they could do. Boy I miss those days!
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