These are days I have always dreaded. For those that read my last column, you may think I am having a tough time since my retirement from the Air Force. You might surmise that I miss lacing up combat boots and saluting those officers that outrank me. Possibly, you may be assuming I miss the aching knees from being 46 years old and having to run a mile and a half every year. I wish those were my only concerns.

            Unfortunately, my distress is over a mighty man who lies in a Fort Worth hospital suffering greatly. A year ago, my dad was retiring from Mack

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