Happy Fathers Day, from the the road to forgiveness.

It seems that I need a day or two, too think things out, before I can put my thoughts down, in a blog.

I some times feel that because I end up writing late at night, or early in the morning, when I am tired and groggy, I some times write in incomplete thoughts. I want tis blog to be different.

I suspect that no one put my two lovely sisters, my mother, my wife or my children, ever read my blog. Thats o.k., I still want to get this one right.

I have been on this road to forgiveness, going on thirty two years now. My father passed away, in September of 1975 and while it is very easy to tell you, what horrible things my father did, I want to tell every one about the good things that I know that he did.

My father was a war hero in wwII. Not many people know what he did or how. Private Richard Smith, belonged to the Army Air Corp, riding in a B17, flying from Burma India into China. He flew up and over the Himalaya mountains were at such a high altitude, the temperature in the air would drop to 50 below. This caused ice every were on the plane. Pre-war planes had a way of deicing the wings, but no way to get ice off of the propeller. The system that my father invented and built, was used all over the world, saving countless lives.

I just read my sister, Stacey's blog. She express many of the same feeling that I have had this Fathers Day, although I think that she has found ways to express these feeling much better than I. Just in case some one who is not a family member, stumbles onto my blog, I need to highly recommend Stacey's blog, http://tate-rant-and-musings.blogspot.com/ . You cant go wrong with her blog.

I never seem to have time to give all my thoughts, so just a few more things that my father got right. One thing that he always told me, was, "things always change, it's up to you to make them change for the better."

My Father was invited to MENZA because of his high IQ, and he went too one meeting but found that he didn't fit in. Not because he wasn't smart enough,but because he didn't get pleasure from doing very hard crossword puzzles.

Money was alway short, when I was growing up, so one time, when a bearing and crank shaft whent bad on some off the equipment that was his work, he filed it round with a hand file and a micrometer.


There are many more things that are good that I can say that my father did. And I plan to bring them up from time to time, to keep me on that road to forgiveness.

Love you all - Boyd