You Have To Know Where You Come From To Know Where You Are Going
There are some bits of knowledge that you just seem to know. You don’t remember where or how you learned them, they just seem to have been there forever. That is how I came to know my father’s father. For as long as I can remember, I just knew that he had been killed shortly before my dad was born. When I was a small child no one ever really spoke of the man, my…