Today I signed a petition for a Monument to remember a Very Good Man.I went to school with his Son,as a matter of fact Billy (HIS SON)gave me my first nose bleed.I am afraid I had it coming,we were in the Fourth Grade.Billy was pushing me around,and I called him a Son of A Bitch.Well at that time I didn't even know what it meant.I had heard someone call somebody that Phrase,It hurt the somebodys feelings real bad,thats what I was trying to do to Billy.Well,I'm the only one who got his feelings hurt,instead of making him feel bad,it made him Very Mad.He hit me right in the middle of my face,POW,when I got up off the ground I felt my nose and,on my hand was blood.Needless to say I never called him a Son of A Bitch again,nor anyone else. Do Not ask me why I told you about this Memory of long ago,just forget about it. LATER RED