Today would have been my Father’s 100th birthday. There aren’t many folks left who will remember that, and take note. But I do, and here’s his story. Before I sat down to write this, I read an e-mail about a lady who wrote about “A Simple White Envelope.” Her story began: “It's just a small white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so. “It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas -- oh, not the...
