I cannot help but think of my daddy today. The reason why it would have been his 93rd birthday. My dad, Leighton Fruge, was born on Sept. 7, 1930.
I knew him pretty well, just as he knew me well too during his lifetime. If he were here with us today he would make his day as any other day in his life. Birthdays were not a big deal to him. However, he always waited for my call on his birthday and…