We had such a nice conversation with two volunteer's at the desk. One fella was with the Royal Air Force in England. So many wonderful stories. He was a navigator a B-29 or something. Jim knows. He knows all these planes. He sure had fun looking around. So did I. It just kept getting hotter and hotter. The temp gage on our truck quit so we don't know what the temp is outside when we are in the truck now. We are going back to the cemetery there. I must get Maryann's Dad's name. He is buried at the military cemetery in Riverside.
A copy of the poem High Flight is in one of the photo's.
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