Memorial Day weekend was finally here. The car was packed and almost ready to go to Mom and Dads for the holiday. We’d leave early Friday morning driving to Donalsonville, Georgia, to spend a long Memorial Day weekend with the family. I made a last-minute call to Mom to see if she needed anything special other than what… Continue reading My Dad, Herb Crosby.
My father passed away this day in 1991, twenty-one years ago, yet it doesn't seem that long, and then again, it seems like it's been way too long. I miss him, yes. Dad lived a great life but was too young (71) when he died. He smoked continuously though out his life from a small… Continue reading Remembering Herb Crosby