He was a proud veteran of the Pacific front in WW II, as well as the liberation of the Phillipines. Later he covered the Berlin Air Lift for Stars and Stripes. Later still, as a founder of the Overseas Weekly, he poked sticks at authorities he felt deserved having a stick poked at them, a trait he never lost in his newspaper work and something he was also proud of (being one of the few die-hard liberals to live in Orange County).
But what he was most proud of was the family he built and the life he had with that family. And he was never prouder than the night he celebrated his 50th anniversary with mom and their friends.
It’s been five years, and he’s still never far from my thoughts.
Miss you, dad. And Happy Birthday.
(and now I’m off for a quick weekend behind the Orange Curtain to see mom and help her with stuff. Witty commentary and pictures of feathery things and stuff will resume soon….)