For the man I once knew as my stepfather . . . thank you for so many things. My first taste of frog legs, trips to Glimmerglass Lake and The Baseball Hall of Fame, the merriest of laughter, you so enjoyed a great laugh, for teaching me how to change the oil, the "life's blood of the car", for sharing the WWII stories, and for serving our country.

For not getting angry when I plowed into your Cutlass with the mini-bike, for sending Buster to help me hit a softball fast pitch.

Thank you and God speed to the stepfather I once knew.

With love and prayers always,

Tami