Growing up in
A few years later, when my folks split up, my dad would take my brother and me for the day. We’d make it as far as the Pub. It was okay though, we had a lot of friends in
Ed used to park his race boats out in front of the bar. They looked like space ships to us. They were so sleek and modern.
My dad was famous for making every experience an adventure. The first boat race of Ed’s we went to he decided we needed a better vantage point.
He found a crop duster with a small Cessna on a grass runway in his back yard. He talked the guy into flying us over the race for a better look.
This was my first time flying. I have flown in small Cessnas thousands of times since.
Jan and Ed had a small piece of property at a lake in
I used to play poker with the adults. They’d get mad at my folks for letting me in the game. I had a lot of beginner’s luck.
My dad and his friend Joan swam across the lake one summer afternoon. When Joan got to the other side my dad wasn’t with her. They found him tangled in weeds at the bottom of the lake.
Ed became a completely different person after a stroke. They moved to some small town to retire.