LISA M. BOLT SIMONS
On December 21, 1972, my dad, the slot pilot with the United States Air Force Thunderbird squadron, slammed into the Nevada earth in his F-4. The crew chief in the back seat, on the final flight of his Thunderbird tour, was killed with him.
My dad was 30 years old; I was 3 1/2.
The only memory I own of my dad are of his hands typing. It wasn't until I was writing a book about him that a friend pointed out what should've been obvious: my only memory is of my dad typing. Writing. What you do, Lisa.