|Dad, in his throne|
I think Dad lived a full life. He grew up as a child of World War II recounting stories of plundering crash sites of German fighter planes or captured German vessels of sea. Mixed into these stories would be stories of playing in "his castle". The movie Hope and Glory did a good job of portraying what his early life was like in Scotland. He and his family moved to America shortly after the war settling in Connecticut. He enlisted in the Air Force and served as a radar technician for some of the earliest jet fighters during the Korean War.
He married twice, the first one producing 4 children and the last one lasting 'til his death and producing my sister and I. It would be many years before I became aware of my half-siblings, 10-16 years older than me, and a number of years later than that before I met them. As a kid I served as the ring bearer for one of my sister's weddings and have become good friends with my brother over the years. Family is a complicated dynamic, and it would remain that way until his dying day.
|A Sunday drive in the Speedster|
|Dad, educating a friend and I in the finer points of Scotch|