Friends:
In modest observance, and eternal rememberance: One of my greatest friends was a bat boy for the Detroit Tigers in the late 1930s. He joined the US 1st Division ("Big Red One"). when war broke out. He landed at Omaha Beach on June 6, 1944 as a private, fought his way across the great battles of the ETO until May 1945 and mustered out as a Captain. After the war, he was one of the greatest graphic artitists in the Northern Hemisphere, a gentle wonderful man... and a racontouer of immeasurable legend. Here's to you, Doug. Your friend remembers.
Best, Kensal
