Oh, let me tell you! I sure have missed you guys while I have been "unsubscribed" to the list! You may recall that I unsubbed because I was overwhelmed by the flood of incoming emails, along with all of the other stuff that was going on in my life. Well, during that time I have managed to whittle my unanswered messages down to where my Inbox doesn't scare me anymore and although I promised to send a personal reply to each and every one of you who sent me such warm messages, I know that it would be around Christmas time when I would eventually do the proper job of it that I wanted. Therefore, I want to send a sincere thanks (and apology) to the following people who I never got to answer: Linda, Janice, Betty, Penny, Louise, Pat, Norma and Karen--you're all such sweethearts--Thanks!! Have I been continuing to write stories? Well, duh, whataya think? However, they are certainly not stories having to do with genealogy nor PD memories. They have to do with the story I asked Dick Gethmann post to the PD list on my behalf--"Me, Daddy, Mother and Norma." And they have to do with my subsequent feelings about having some sort of marker placed on my grave in recognition of my military service. No, I will not post the stories to the list. But I will certainly share them with anyone who would ask me personally. Their titles are, in effect, "The Marker on My Grave" [rated PG, I'm afraid--a few bitter memories there that required a few swear words], "A Flight in an SNJ Airplane" [a PLEASANT and exciting Navy memory of the 1950s], and "No Drums, No Trumpets" [and you thought Women's Lib had only BEGUN in the 1960s! Note: No bras were harmed in the telling of that story! (tee hee!)] Good to be back. What's been happening?? vee