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I only have a couple of memories of my dad since cancer got him at age 28. The first is me helping to paint the house, granted the term making a mess is far closer to the truth for me. My dad just grinning from time to time. The other I didnt really fully understand at the time but its of one of the neighbors at the front door, all irate at my dad. He was a lineman for the phone company but also had been an electronics/ham radio operator since he was in his teens. So while most people were glued to their newish tv sets in 59 or 60, my dad would play on the radio. Only trouble was his custom antenna was on the garage, inline with the ridge of the roof. When operating he it would swing it out 90 degrees, right over the street.....thereby knocking out the tv reception. My dad's dream in those days was to retire early from the phone company and move to the wellfleet/truro area and open up an electronics fix-it shop and fish in his spare time. He was always fixing things and trading up.
Nice thread Larry........RIP Dads.
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