Who doesn’t love July! The month holds some special memories for me, so I thought I’d share a few.
One big memory in July was my dad’s birthday, July 22. Dad wasn’t a big party guy, but he did enjoy the special treats he received, not to mention all the hugs. He always smiled big when we sang “Happy Birthday.”
Friday nights usually meant clay pigeon shooting at the Munith Road and Gun Club across the field from our house on Territorial Road. It was a constant “bang, bang,” well into the night. Sometimes my buddy John Stanfield and I would go over and shoot off a couple of boxes of shells. It was so fun dusting those pigeons!…