There are three things I must add in reference to the last post:
1. Daughter is exceedingly fit, but the muscle you see in that right arm is due to her holding up her end of the palate on which all those fish rest.
2. I don't eat rock fish. Sorry, just don't like it. I prefer 'thin' filets like sole, tilapia, flounder, and salmon that's been butterflied for me.
3. All of that fish, split evenly among the group, gets eaten. Friends 'line up' to get their fresh filets.
It rained for three of the days we spent in San Diego. So on one of them, we visted the Air and Space Museum in Balboa Park. Fittingly, this museum is directly under the approach path for the airport and we snapped a few pics of arriving flights. We love planes!
Inside we found quite a surprise. Oftentimes, little attention is given to the Army Air Corps' theater in China Burma, where my dad was stationed during WWII. He was a radio operator on C-47's. So when we saw this display, I felt like I was visiting with my dad.
Incidentally, the day my dad died, on June 1 in 1998, our youngest brother, Jay, was in Florida. He would fly to Philadelphia to join us the next day. Jay, when he learned of my dad's death, walked down to the beach for a couple of minutes of solitude. As he sat there he thought he heard the engines of a prop plane. He looked up and right above him flew a C-47. One last mission...
