Michael Logue

Michael Logue was the reason I went to Glasgow for a week in July. He was a good husband, a good father, a good grandfather. All in all, a good man. He fell in love with my cousin Patsy 40 years ago, when he was 17 and she was 15. Their love and friendship endured through the years. They raised two sons and a daughter who, in their turn, brought three girls and a boy into the family. Michael worked on ships assigned to various off-shore projects. As he explained it to me once, it had to do with global positioning systems. The textbook scientificRead More →