Apples don't fall far from trees

Sometimes it is strange the things that draw you back to your childhood.

While driving the other day, I looked down at my left hand that was grasping the steering wheel. My hand looked exactly like my father’s.

I often think of my parents, even though they have been gone for a very long time.

My dad was a lifelong Democrat. The New Deal worked for our family, and making a negative comment about FD...