Happy Fathers Day Hoss

He loved the movies, music, baseball and his family. His coal miner buddies called him Hoss. My brother John and I called him Daddy.


Hoss in the late 1940's. He was always dressed like this then, big fedora hat.


Hoss in France in 1945 at age 32, with the 17th Airborne Division, making the world safe again.


On our front porch, September 1963 with me holding Tom, his first grandson, just two months before my father passed away.



New Father holding me, 1952. I look pissed and he looks nervous. Relax, it turns out you did fine. I mean hell, I'm 50 something, my brother 60 something and neither of us have ever been to jail........ ( fingers crossed ).