November 11 is Veteran’s Day; it’s the day WWI ended. Tomorrow, the twelfth, is my father’s birthday. His middle name is Pershing, after General John J. (Blackjack) Pershing, commander of the American Expeditionary Forces. I don’t know if he would have been given that middle name if he had been born a little earlier or later; actually, I’ve never thought about it. Frankly, I think it is a better middle name than the one his father had – Oscar. Then again, Byron Oscar had a brother named Guey – pronounced gooey. I thought that was funny when I was little, and I still chuckle at it, to tell the truth. I think it was Guey who died (drowned) in the Wabash River way back when; I know it was Roy who was sat on.