This little lesson occurred 10 years ago, in 2008. I share it today to honor my father, Bill and my friend, Tim. Saturday, October 27, 2018, would have been my father’s 94th birthday, and next month represents the one-year anniversary of Tim’s passing. I think of them often.
Recently, my father was telling a story about his boyhood. He and his brother had walked 5 miles to the next town to listen to the radio broadcast of President Roosevelt’s inaugural address. That’s Franklin Roosevelt, not Theodore Roosevelt (my father’s not that old).