On Vetern’s Day, I had every intention of posting a picture of my Dad. a vetern of World War II. Could I find the picture I was looking for of him in uniform? No! So today I am taking this opportunity to post a picture of a wonderful man, and his lovely wife June, both of whom I am very thankful for and grateful. Dad is a retired wheat farmer…I am not sure they ever really retire. He and June lives in a small…and I do mean SMALL town in the Panhandle of Oklahoma. Dad tells wonderful stories about surviving the Dirty Thirties, riding a horse to school, and how his dad, my grandfather, told him he would be entitled to vote Republican after he made his second million. (Dad was thinking of voting Republican when Eisenhower ran for President.) He would be the first to tell you war is an ugly and often inhumane act. Yet every Vetern’s Day and Memorial Day, this 86 year old man puts American Flags on all of the graves of the Veterns in my home town. His example of quietly honoring and remembering those who have served is an inspiration to me. I love you, Dad.