So...this is a very simple Man's attempt (Me) at trying to tell the story of a Man (Henry, my Father) on how he lived, what he went through all to make sure his children ( Me and Donald, my younger brother) had "roots and wings." Roots to build that stable foundation on which to stand and face this relentless World. Wings on which to fly once you gained footing. There is simply not enough paper on this planet to fully write out all of my Father's Life and the interactions he had with so many people.. He hated banks unless he was successful in flirting with the cute lady behind the counter.