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.