A tribute to Richard A. Brandon from his son.   You were just a boy, but quickly became a man, When they sent you off to Viet Nam. God preserved your life and brought you home, There you met a girl to call your own. To the church you sped On that day to wed, In your hurry to cross the street Your maker, you did almost meet.   In your younger days you threw a shoe, Through the air and into a pit it flew. Friends would cheer, when it clanged and hit the pin Boy, I sure hope the

It was Saturday night in the summer time in Maine.  My dad came to me and asked, “Do you want to go to the races?”  Did I!?!!  There was so much excitement at the races, I couldn’t wait to get there.  These were stock car races; but not just any, these were races on a dirt track slicked with oil.  There was a special tactic to the driving on these tracks; the drivers had to intentionally swing the back of the car around to make it around the corners.  The smell of exhaust and

Quite some time ago, I witnessed an interesting event.  I had left my job at noon and drove into the nearby town to grab some lunch.  I brought a friend with me and we went to a little sandwich shop.  We ordered and picked up our sandwiches then headed back to work.  The sandwich shop was on a short side street which connected a main road to another main road in a triangle fashion.  I pulled out of the sandwich shop and turned left onto the short side street.  When I came to