We said good-bye to Uncle Bill this morning and he headed west -- intending to stop in Amarillo this evening. He left us with a copy of "Winged Victory" a vintage movie about WWII pilots. We watched a bit of it last night and as soon as we have a few hours at home, we'll see the rest of it. We had a good visit -- two full days on each side of his 13th Bomber Group reunion in Branson, marred only by anxiety for his daughter, Janet, who is suffering from a serious lung infection. She is in surgery as I write this and will hopefully be mending by the time her Dad gets home to Southern California.
We wish he could have stayed longer; Logan really wanted him to come to his first home football game this evening.