I've been fortunate to have been born into a family that never stood still, and waited for things to happen. Pretty much every generation has been part of something unique, and part of history. I just found out something new about an uncle's wife's brother, who was a member of the ground crew for the Enola Gay. It's something that he never said much about to anyone. I guess the enormity of it was beyond belief. He became a religious man who attended Mass as regularly as possible. I guess he was constantly looking for answers in regards to what they did. I'm a believer in his approach to the whole thing. Notariety isn't for some of us. I think he chose wisely. He was a humble person.