John Ashby:  

I really don't have a story, but I have written by obit. Marquette, Michigan The angel of death came to call on John B. Ashby ________. As he was dragged away, he was heard shouting, "You want Jim Ashby, you dolt! Can't you do anything right? Ashby was born in South Bend, Indiana on April 18th 1937. after his mother, Josephine, suffered twelve hours of intense labor pain. His mother and father, Wendell Paul Ashby, were divorced within a year. From his Scot-Irish grandfather, he inherited asthma, hearing problems, and a life-long burning resentment of any kind of authority that served him well in neither th long or short run. His was a personality of kick up and kiss down. Sickly and unpleasant as an infant, his mother's devout Catholicism was the only reason he was not dropped of the Jefferson Street bridge into the churning waters of the St. Joseph River. He was educated in the public and parochial schools of South Bend. He did not distinguish himself in any positive way. He was a slacker. After being told many times that he needed discipline, Ashby made the mistake of joining the Air Force in September of 1955 to fight godless, atheistic Communism. He spent 45 uneventful months of the cold war as a payroll clerk in California. He missed the Good Conduct medal by a very wide margin. He also acquired a life-long taste for vodka. At the end of his enlistment, he and the Air Force agreed they did not meet each other's needs and went their separate ways...Expand for more