S K
9/03/22 - 10/27/05




Well it’s been one year to the day that I lost my Dad to cancer. Although truth being, it wasn’t the cancer that took him but complications post surgery. He had a saying that “Doctors bury their mistakes”. That may have applied here. But in any event, at 83yrs old, he did what he wanted to do up to the end!

Somewhat of a private man about his past, I’ve learned more about him after his passing while sifting through an old army locker he kept locked up for many years. Tons of photos & memorabilia. Wish I could have talked to him about it. Nuts!


Clowning around at a carnival (?) age 23

Speaking of nuts, my wife learned that the “nut” doesn’t fall from the tree. Numerous long distance conversations the two had, gave her insight on my running gears.

Distant memories remind me of riding in the many cars he owned listening to (state of the art—back then!) various 8-track tapes. One artist in particular we both enjoyed was Johnny Cash. Being weened on the Man in Black is not a bad thing.

In one of his many cars (no that's not me playing the part as the toddler)


R.I.P.

You are greatly missed…..


Johnny Cash-Home Of The Blues (Undubbed Master)