We stopped in Dallas to see my grandfather, who is not doing well health wise. My brother, Jess, came in from Louisiana also. Jess picked us up at the airport and we headed over to Skippy and Grandpa’s place. Grandpa is mentally sharp and an amazing man to talk to. He became emotional as I told him about my memory box that I had sorted through. I had post cards from all over the world that he had sent me. I also had a letter from him giving the “shape up and help your mother” speech. I questioned him about his time flying during WWII. He was a “hump” pilot flying over the Himalayas from India to China to bring fuel and supplies to the Fighting Tigers, who were fighting the Japanese that were invading China.
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