My Dad

My dad is Catholic. He was born and raised in Scranton, Pennsylvania. His dad was an orphan from Ireland, his mother died in childbirth when he was nine years old. He joined the Army/Air Corps in 1937 and he was injured in 1939 near Langley, Virginia when he was told to exit the plane without a parachute and he landed in one of those very tall trees. He received an honorable discharge. He was considered only 10% disabled so he chose to work instead of collecting his veterans' disability. He taught Dale Carnegie courses. He was well educated and kept a very private life. One thing to prove his education is that he knew an entire American English Dictionary word for word. I never needed a dictionary growing up. I would be able to ask him any definition. I would not disappoint him by getting less than an A. I took academic courses but my main courses were commercial and I graduated as the top commercial student as the complete opposite of my dad's first born son that I write about in my blog known as my NSA brother. If anyone has every read my blog he would know who I am referring to. When my dad was discharged from the Air Corps since the Air Force was not started yet he did blue prints at a defense plant where he met my mother and when my brother was a year old my dad did blueprints at a non disclosed location. I guess that is why his oldest son was chosen in the Fort Meade part of the Air Force that is non-government. My dad also worked for General Electric and left to become a salesman. He designed kitchens by hand with his original design and taught his artwork and descriptive text which was an "etchy" primitive style that could never be duplicated which influenced his master artist grandson. My favorite saying of his was protean mentor or a guide in different form which I interpreted the meaning similar to the holy ghost of the Catholic trinity.