The Stuff of Legacy (Reflections on Fred Bishop)

      Of all the things I can say about my father, it would be most accurate to say he loves God.  As a child, I watched him saunter for hours throughout an old IOOF (Independent Order of Odd Fellows) cemetery located across the street from our six-room Southern Illinois cottage.  In a strangeContinue reading “The Stuff of Legacy (Reflections on Fred Bishop)”