My grandfather's secret D-Day journal
In the summer of 1992, my family gathered in central Minnesota for my grandfather’s 70th birthday. We were there to celebrate William J. Svrluga Sr. — father, golfer, engineer, grandfather, Cubs fan, cheapskate, retiree. Seven of us joined in the celebration: my grandmother, Ruth; my father and uncle; my younger brother, Brad; and me.At one point, the conversation hit a lull. Uncle Dick filled it. “OK, Dad. What are you most proud of in your life?” I think I half expected […]
