Foreword

The following story was written by my father, who passed away on May 30, 2008. As a young boy growing up in Minnesota, I often remembered my Dad spending his evenings at the kitchen table working on this story. My mom did all the typing and compiling for him, but as I look at this manuscript in front of me, I'm aware that it requires some serious TLC. This was written in the early 80s, back before advanced computers, editing software, and the internet. When Dad passed, all of his manuscripts, both completed and unfinished, were given to me by my Mom. I'm not sure what this story is even about. I'm going to sit down this weekend and read the entire story; from there, I'll put it here in some form.

With my Mom's passing this fall, I decided to try my best to put this story out there since they both worked so hard.