I thought you might like one, Nick.
Funny thing is.....my brother's name is Randy and I almost named my daughter "Randi" after him when she was born. She ended up being a Jennifer, though.
Reminds me of a story...........
When my Daddy was stationed in Germany during WWII they always had beets with their meal and the juice got into everything. After he got home after the war he could never eat another beet.
Thanks for making me think of that......it was always one of my favorite stories. The other one was when he was trying to save a German solider (Dad was a Medic) and he was holding the soldier in his arms and a German sniper shot the guy right through the helmet. He was afraid he'd "talk" to my Dad. Never tried to shoot my Dad......thank God. Dad didn't talk about the war much.