The week got worse. My dad passed away last night from metastatic lung cancer. We only got the diagnosis two weeks ago. He had designated me as medical decision maker for all the 8 sibs and my mom. Man, that was a heavy load. He would have been 89 in a week. 8 kids. 28 grandkids, 8 or 9 great grandkids. He didn't really believe in oil changes. He just drove a a car until it gave up mostly (or, until one of the kids wrecked the thing [:)]). One time he went wild and bought a Ford Maverick with racing stripes. I wrecked the radiator and front suspension running up a curb after I was "run off the road by some gypsies in a van". I doubt he believed me but he never said anything.
Physicist and Program Engineer mostly sold satellites and missiles to generals and admirals in the glory days of "cost plus" contracts. He went to every kid and gandkid's sports things even if you weren't all that great at it. Loved college basketball and track but if you were doing water polo or lacrosse it didn't matter.
Great guy. Oh..for some reason he enlisted in the Air Farce too. Rose to the exaulted rank of Staff Sgt. One time we found his old 45 in the garage as kids and managed not to shoot each other.
Salute!
