Life in a Northern Town, above a fish and chip shop, my dad “Frank the Yank”, kept a baseball bat behind the counter for when the pubs let out....
I remember the winter of ‘63, it was friggin’ Arctic, and my dad wept when Kennedy was shot.....
"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744
