Many of you don’t know this but I lost my Grandpa Willie at Normandy. The senile old coot was staggering about the crosses and soon enough got himself so disoriented I lost him. Me? I was pretty hammered at the time so I guess it was as much my fault as his. Story has a happy ending though. With the help of a surprisingly helpful and very pretty young French woman I eventually found him. An hour after she left though I noticed my wallet was gone. Oh well. Viva La France….
BILL
