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My father Dale Dee Palmer, Sr was a larger than life kind of guy, growing up out West in New Mexico as part of a big Mormon family (is there any other kind?) and going to World War II in the Coast Guard for 3 years, then heading to the Northeastern part of the US, to marry my Mom Mary (also a Sr.) who was from Torrington CT.

Both Mom and Dad were born in the summer of 1922, with Mom's Real Birthdate August 14th, though she thought it was the 12th her whole life but I learned two years after she died on June 2nd, 2004 that her birth certificate had her birthdate as August 14th.

Lucky me, I'm listening with great appreciation to the well-spoken, intelligent, caring Congressman Elizabeth Esty of CT. Many people are on the line who got a call and joined in with an option to ask a question in turn. She is like a baseball player ready to call 'batter up' asking for one person after the next to give insights and questions about local and national concerns.

The topics I've heard covered in this second forum I've listened in on are vast--educational loans mounting for thousands of students (and she'd put numbers in the blanks to astound us that the problem is bigger than

On May 28th,  2014--the day of the passing or our great Amerian poet and citizen Maya Angelo at age 86--I heard a 1986 clip of  an interview on www.npr.org . I realized that there was some poetry in the timing of  Maya Angelou being called home by an angel in May.

She had come full circle and was reiterating we May speak, we May dream, we May move on when its time to go...and she lived fully, like a human angel with imperfections and struggles and  then a life journey that paved the way for others to accept that healing and forgiveness could allow one's soul to move toward the more beautiful