My Father
My Father was a wonderful Man, he served in three wars and the Bay of Pigs Conflict. He ran the International Hotel and Casino in Saigon during the Viet Nam Conflict. Ten years as a Sheriff in Freehold N.J.. His job was designing Galleys for the U.S. Navy, he was proud of his work, especially his design used on the US Wichita. I remember his stories about crossing the Equator, his youth with his brothers all piling on his old Indian Motorcycle heading to the "Shore", he called every Harley I owned junk and would say find an Old Indian and you'll never break down on the road. I miss him and Mom everyday