Often when a person dies our grief overcomes us so much that we forget to celebrate the LIFE that the deceased led. The lives they touched. The sacrifices they made. The joy they brought to their friends and loved ones. My uncle, my father and their friend, whose singing careers were highjacked by the Korean War, loved LIFE.
This wonderful article in today’s Detroit News, cronicles just one of the examples of a life well lived. May the memory of these unsung heroes be eternal.
Thanks to Neal Rubin for a fantastic piece!
http://digital.olivesoftware.com/Olive/ODE/DET/LandingPage/LandingPage.aspx?href=VEROLzIwMTUvMDgvMjU.&pageno=Mg..&entity=QXIwMDIwMg..&view=ZW50aXR5


























These last few days must be the worst I have had the misfortune to live through since I came into this world forty-one years ago, and that’s not because Greece is heading towards total economic collapse. It’s because the small modicum of democracy we had in this country since six months after I was born has collapsed, with no hope of revival in the immediate future.



