Flashback Fridays: Generations

As regular readers know, I can thank my father, David, for a lot of my avgeekness. I hope you will forgive this somewhat personal post, but I think that my dads career may offer some lessons about this crazy industry. Dad would have been 88 a few days ago. He was born, the youngest of eight, near Stamford in West Texas in 1924 to a sharecropper cotton farmer. His father was born in 1879 in Alabama and moved west for never-discussed reasons, and his mother was the daughter of a Baptist minister who used to ride his circuit on a mule. Airplanes over his part of Texas were a rarity for Dad growing up in the 20s and 30s, but when World War II came, he saw the airplane as a way out of dry-land... [via Nuts About Southwest]