One Pharmacist’s View

I’ve always wanted to write something about my mom’s stepfather, Will Armstrong. Her dad died in the great flu epidemic in 1918. It was a hectic time ripe with public panic. Funeral homes were out of caskets and if you had a death, your neighbors and families had to step up. My dad’s father, J. T. Bullard, and Will Armstrong volunteered to step up and help the Boyd’s. The two built Gran...