Years ago, in the early 70's, Dean Builter, a good friend and neighbor from Junior high through college, held up his right hand right in front of my face. One finger wouldn't stand up like the others. He said, "I stuck up my hand up to signal my platoon to advance, and a bullet went straight through it, right there," as he pointed to the wound.

Greetings to you all,

Many congratulations to Bishop Carl this week as he celebrates the second anniversary (May 2) of