We all want to be happy. We all want to be remembered. It is those who sacrifice of themselves for us who attain this lofty goal. Immortality in the minds of those who loved them. May it remind us all of the fountain from which our lives have flowed. Grandpa Ed was the father of Eddie Morgan Jr and grandfather to me. My grandfather was the rock all other broke upon. There were times when I thought he to be possessed of the furies. On one occasion he was racing on a half mile track. A man cut his horse down on the first turn. Now on a half mile you go round twice. So once recovering his gate on the second half mile Gramps returned the favor. The man came up after the race,tapped grandpa on the shoulder. "Hey Morgan what the hell is wrong with you"? The poor guy found himself drop kicked to the ground my grandfathers foot upon his throat. The others trying to keep him from finishing the lesson. The track is a tough place to live and grow. I learned the lessons there that taught me fairness and mercy.