We received a letter from Uncle Tom asking if he could visit us. This was an unexpected surprise. With a new baby we wondered if he knew what he was getting into; especially since Tamara had colic since birth three months earlier, and cried non-stop from 4:30 pm to 4:30 am. But we asked him to come on over. He would fly into Brussels, and visit England with us, then take off by himself to visit his WWII base in Exeter, before flying home from London. 26 April 1986 Saturday. He was due to arrive in Brussels at 7:10 am. However, the airport was socked in so they diverted his flight to London, where they sat on the ground for a couple hours. The flight returned to Brussels, with the fog still in place, but the
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