As you get this Post, I am in the Italian Alps at my granddaughter’s wedding. But even on this festive day, my memory turns back to another time and place – 1944 in a country church near Pilot Mountain, NC. The events that brought a four-year-old boy to that church happened 78 years ago. In a place far from Tobacco Road, a place I first visited 50 years later.
The French around Normandy like Americans pretty much but not around Paris!