WHAT KIND OF MAN

WHAT KIND OF MAN – When I was six years old, my dad let me stay up with the rest of the family and watch the movie The Wolf Man. Boy, did he regret that decision! I was convinced that the Wolf Man spent each night prowling our den. More than once I retreated to my father’s bedroom and awoke him. He would then climb out of bed, arm himself with super-human courage, and escort me through the valley of the shadow of death, and pour me a glass of milk.