Birds of a Feather…

I’ve held a love for feathered friends lifelong. Growing up, we had a budgie as Dad was allergic to dogs. It wasn’t uncommon for Dickie Bird (I didn’t name him) to be flying free and playing with us kids. Here’s my brother, Marty, pictured with him, way back in 1959. Birds were part of our…

Eulogy for Dad

Our family of six kids was raised in an era when children weren’t coddled. We were aware of our parents’ expectations. If you knew what was good for you, you did it. Without complaining.  I remember showing my parents a challenging test marked 98%. Dad looked at it and said, “What about the other 2%?”…