Patrick J. Monks

My dad worked for Pat Monk at the marina. My dad had nothing but praise for what a great guy Pat was. He told me of some of Pat's heroics while Pat was in the service, and you could see by the look in my dad’s eyes the respect he had for Pat. When ever he came down from the North, the first thing he wanted to do was visit Pat and catch up on things with him, and tell old stories.

I'm lucky to have been there to hear them laugh and go over the "old times" together. I hope he is up...