My father lived a long and challenging life. Nearly orphaned at the age of 8, he and dozens of other children escaped the grasp of Nazi Germany and began the arduous journey to America. He grew up at Homewood Terrace, an orphanage for Jewish war refugees located in San Francisco. He lost his mother at some time in 1942 and was not reunited with his father, who was incarcerated in multiple concentration camps, for 13 years. Dad was a Korean War Veteran and worked for the Department of the Navy as a nuclear inspector for over 20 years. There was no more passionate fan of the San Francisco Giants baseball club and SF 49ers than my father. My fondest memories were of our hundreds of trips to Candlestick Park sparking my passion for baseball which exists today. Rest In Peace, Dad.