Fathers and Sons
[ Writer's Note: Up until a few years ago, I would always try to write something for my father on the day of his birth. As most, if not all of you know, that can be difficult year after year; By that I mean, coming up with something new and interesting. And to be honest, when I wrote the following, I did not think I could ever improve on it, if for no other reason than my lack of literary skills. So be it. I apologize in advance for those of you that have read this before (I have tweaked it a little, so there's that!). I suppose there are worse endeavors. ] On May 15th in 1937, David Frederick Hall entered the world and proceeded to grow up in the bowels of Detroit, Michigan, right down the street from old Tiger Stadium. By any definition, his physical surroundings were not much different than inner city Detroit is today. The dilapidated row homes, the poverty, dare I say the hopelessness was overw...