Accomplished more in his short 33 years than I have in 45. I remember big shoes, beer, a drawer full of paper airplanes to hold us over while he was overseas, the skeet range at Randolph AFB, and his big silver BBQ grill.
Sweaty flight suits and aviator sunglasses.
Good music.
Tupper Lake.
His parent's tavern in Buffalo.
The smells of Vitalis and his Zippo lighter.
Scratchy-face hugs.
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Incredible, the things that stick in our minds and stay with us, probably forever.
And it probably goes without saying; I appreciate his service...
I'm just thankful to still have both my parents, though it would be nice to be closer than phone calls.
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