So, I'm trying to get a taxi to go to Jim's office to borrow a truck, with no success. An elderly gentleman comes in to talk w the man behind the desk, and was asked he wouldn't mind dropping me off at Jim's office since the taxi seemed to be a no go. Jim was out burning his pasture, Joyce at a wedding. He seemed eager to help out and I was grateful! He was out checking on his airplane...he still flies a Comanche around. He was an Army aviator in WW II, and instrumental in developing the Norden bomb site. He flew the P 51 in Europe and out of Africa. He is as sharp as me on a good day, doing very well in fact. He is 93, and I have a new hero!
He knows Augusta well, good friends with Herschel, knows the whole bunch. I guess he ran the local jewelry store (of course here knew Augusta..) He said he knew Carl and Nellie Marx well since his dad was also a carpenter. Old home week, a small world.
Anyway, I think as long as one can fly one might live forever!
Now, off to Kansas City, see if AD still lives here!
See ya, love Dad/UR
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