Heros

Who are my My Heros?

OK, I'll admit it: My parents. They seemed to always have enough time for my sister and I, careers, school and just about every civic organization in town.

I know they had rough spots but took up each other's slack when needed. I remember Dad coming home during tax season just long enough to tuck us in and then head back to the office. I remember powdered milk and handmade clothes. But we always had enough for scout camps and school trips. And somewhere along the line she picked up a Master's degree and they picked up Young Man and Woman of the year awards.

Mom claims they could only pull it off because babysitters were just 50 cents an hour. Somehow I think there is more to it than that.