Emotion overwhelmed my memory, but my son, whose middle name is actually Joseph, is still praying for Patrick Smith. I feel a little stupid twisting in the wind out here by myself. If a physical address can help the parents or the boys, please feel free to use mine. I don't know where they are, but if they're near Toledo,(or Detroit, or Cleveland) I can go to them. On Christmas Day we clebrated the 100th Christmas Mass at St. Patrick's. Wes and Bretta and Brendan and Patrick were as much a part of the Mass as were the canal diggers and railroad men who built the church. Their candle is a big blue one in front of the Blessed Virgin's altar.