Like most children from distant and near by countries, the trip they made to America is not remembered. They turn around one day and say, "hey, wait a minute, you mean I wasn't born here?" My dear friend Rick falls into this group. With the help of some friends of mine at NASA, we were able to re-create the crossing that brought Rick to America.
Gunther (Ricks father) hoisted Rick up into the air with one hand and strolled across the street and put the lad down. "There, your in America now....stop crying!"
The rest is of the story is well documented to todays date. I just felt the need to share this beginning with you guys.