Today would have been my father's 97th birthday. He's been gone since 1983, but I still miss him every day. Here he's shown sitting in a car in front of his boyhood home in Cortland IL. My sisters and I stopped to get photos of the house when home for a family event. It was a beautiful, big old home on Pleasant Street - still standing until it was torn down to make room for airport expansion in DeKalb.
Standing in the picture are friend Harry Olson and my father's older brother Floyd on the extreme right. Note the knickers and caps. Too cool.
August 10, 1920