On Memorial Day, I posted a story about the veteran I was thinking about that day. It was my late father, Harold Wiley.  Obviously, there's much more to tell. Dad was left- handed. Of his 5 children, I'm the only Southpaw. He played golf right- handed & tried to teach me. I gave up in frustration. When I was a small boy, nobody could successfully teach me to tie my shoes until he sat down & showed me. I graduated from High School on my 18th Birthday. My diploma was presented to me by the Principal.....my Dad. When I was looking for my first car, I spotted a '67 Camaro convertible that I just HAD to have. He tried to talk me out of it. After much debate, he convinced me to take it to a mechanic. The engine was in need of costly repairs. We lost him on May 2nd, 2001. Ironically he gave me a great Birthday gift that year. I used some of the money he left me to celebrate my Birthday in New York City with my Brother, Jim. We saw the World Trade Center while it was still standing, visited the offices of Columbia Records, Ate at a Morton's Of Chicago, and saw Eric Clapton at Madison Square Garden. My kids just got here. See ya!...