THE MAN IN BLACK

It has been six and a half years since a mysterious man in black crossed my path in a New York City bar. To this day that chance encounter seems to have no significant meaning, yet my memory of him persists.  Continue reading THE MAN IN BLACK

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REMEMBERING WORLD WAR II

The roaring could be heard before it could be seen. Appearing at night, sometimes as low as tree top-level, the black V2 rockets, each with a 40 foot flame, sailed through the night sky courtesy of the Germans. Running out of fuel, the rockets would take a dive, destroying anything in their path. Churches and schools were just a few of the structures Private First Class Frank V. Porto saw destroyed during the 11 months he spent in England during World War II. Continue reading REMEMBERING WORLD WAR II