This month holds a sweet spot in my heart. Sixty years ago this month Bill, our three young kiddos and I stepped off the train at Union Station and headed north to visit Loveland.
I am proud to say that Barry “Mr. Loveland” Floyd was my uncle. Unfortunately, Barry died on Jan. 18 after a sudden illness. He was surrounded by many friends and family when he died, something I’m sure he would have reveled in if he were not so critically ill.