Amber...What a beautiful story about you're dad...I used to be an alter boy (Catholic Church) and had to get up at 4:30 am on Sunday Morning to go to the Tuberculosis Hospital for Mass at the chapel...Mannnnny A MORNING...you could hear the wind whistle through the slat boards (TEXAS) and hands would be frozen...WOWZA!!!!
Amber...What a beautiful story about you're dad...I used to be an alter boy (Catholic Church) and had to get up at 4:30 am on Sunday Morning to go to the Tuberculosis Hospital for Mass at the chapel...Mannnnny A MORNING...you could hear the wind whistle through the slat boards (TEXAS) and hands would be frozen...WOWZA!!!!
Again...Tango Yankee for that memory!!!!