I have a confession to make. I’m a Momma’s Boy. I accompany her down the hall. I stick to her like pancakes in the kitchen. I lay next to her desk. And I nose my way into the forbidden room next to the bed when she tries to close me out. (Nice try, Mom.) But…
ADVENTURER My Dad was an adventurer. He was born in 1912 in Detroit, Michigan, the automobile capital of the world. He was wild, he was fearless, he knew how to have a good time. Swimming in nearby Lake Huron kept him and his buddies busy. They challenged each other to dive as deep as they…
