My father Frank, who has really only lurked here but has walked the walk we espouse all his life, is now laying in a hospice facility in Winston-Salem, NC making peace with his life and preparing to pass on. He's not particularly religious but he believes that a God that was kind enough to provide him the riches of his life wouldn't be any less kind to him after his passsing. He's a tough old fella and he's fighting it with all the fight he can still muster. He's the 10th generation of Hungarian family that migrated to America in...