It was 1964 in the basement of our home in New York. My dad built a walk-in cedar closet. My memory tells me that the room was always a fun place to hide and discover, packed to the rafters with clothes. Within the folds of fabric, I found the green dress uniform of an Army Air Corp lieutenant, complete with wings and medals, hat, blouse and slacks. My only impression at the time was this was yet another costume for me to play with.
That magnificent Dad and his flying machines
Sunday, June 21, 2009 | 12:01 a.m. CDT
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