Flomot News

It was a night to remember with smiling soldiers, dancers and gut busting laughs for everyone. It was a December evening long ago. Dad was home from another gritty day of work and had nestled into his Barcalounger. He was watching some guy named Walter Cronkite on the Evening News. Mom was in the kitchen washing dishes from supper and I was sprawled on the living room carpet. Our tele...