been watching track and field on tv and thinking of my dad…

in his youth he was a runner and involved in many sports…

all that changed when he returned after the war… his lungs had been permanently affected from the time he spent in foxholes in the cold and rain…

watching sports on tv and attending the occasional event at the arena were fun times we spent together…

he never complained… he had a hard life, but always made the best of every situation…

a great example of how to live one’s life…