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Mike2tall, I just read your comment after being away from the site for a bit...and I'm actually getting ready to post my next blog. How strange and wonderful it is to read the words of a "virtual" "stranger" (though after a few I realized that we aren't strangers;), that speak kindly and familiarly of someone so close. And accurately. When I was younger than a teen, I had several friends who, when they met my father, told him he "looked just like John Wayne." To their delight (and his), he'd give them a silver dollar for their admiration, with a twinkle in his eyes. And later, when I was older and when my new older friends would meet him for the first time said the same thing, he'd offer to take them up in Big Red. Now that really lit up some faces (including his)! I continue to be amazed at the road unfolding in front of me since restarting this journey ... I'm constantly running into people who knew him or of him, or at least have flown into/out of Bob White Field. I can no longer keep pieces, no, big chunks, of the past quietly shuttered for fear of sadness. Now it is more like joyfulness. Thank you for sharing the memories.