What does it mean to be a kid at heart?
Well, there were good times and bad, so my focus is on the good, not the bad or ugly.
Throughout the years I’ve written about my father and his life, work, employment, and that he had autism. He also loved red wine, much like I do, only I don’t drink it every day or night. He did, but he was pleasantly humorous during those moments of the day. He was approachable, and so, I looked forward to the red wine, but its effects lasted an hour, then he went to bed.
The best thing about him was his incredible intelligence. He was a mechanical engineer by education, but became a rocket scientist. In WWII, he flew an aircraft, but later became a navigator. Of fact, many navigators post the war ended up in intelligence and that is because they could read codes and navigate the stars at night even when it was overcast with clouds and rain. And he became top security for the government when he designed rockets, missiles, And reverse engineering of alien spacecraft, and so, I’ve been told.
Saying all of this, and remembering that he had autism, making him impersonal, even to his children, and knowing he was knowledgeable about the constellations, he purchased a telescope just for he and I, and all throughout the years, at night, under the stars, he taught me some of what he knew. I was seven 7 old then. The year 1959.
And me, now, 2025.

