My Dad was born 106 years ago today. He’s pictured third from left with some of his buddies at Shipdam Airdrome in England during WW2. They were part of the 68th squadron of the 44th Bomb Group. While there, he traveled to Edinburgh. That trip to Scotland greatly impacted my own life and that of my family. The Navy some years later sent me to Scotland. Some called it coincidence. As a result, I have a Scottish wife and we have a daughter and five grandkids living in Fife. We find ourselves in Scotland as often as possible.
Happy Birthday, Dad.