As always, and ever, to Felicia. Center, partner, team-mate, the best.
And also, to my father. Dad was born with exquisite timing. A kid during the great depression, he graduated from high school just in time to be drafted (like there was any doubt, or choice), get trained and be sent over to Europe. He wasn’t airborne, but if you want to know what he did over there for seven months, just watch Band of Brothers “Last Patrol.” Night raids is what he did, night after night.
He then came back home, got married, raised a family, sent us to college and lived a good, long life. I learned from him a balance of practical and theoretical, research and “good enough,” and how to last over the long haul.
Thanks, Dad.