Andrew Young - His later life.

In the 1950s I went in search of my uncle Andy. Vivian and I drove to San Ysidro, at that time a sleepy California border town, and we enlisted the aid of the local sheriff's office. One of the deputies knew where Andy lived, so we drove out to his little shack in the forest but he was not at home. We left a written message for him and left. I never met Andy and do not know if he was ever married or had children.