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My late father's vanity license plate. He was a bit of an odd duck; a retired USAF fighter pilot, he was a fast rising star in a major Florida bank -- when he died, he was vice president -- and yet he drove a homely Volkswagen Beetle, jammed chock full of radio gear. What's there not to love about this man!!!? |
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Dad in his Naples, Florida radio room, circa 1974. This was our home on Lake Mockingbird. He designed our house with this room in mind. This was a self-portrait; dad used a timer to take the photo. I like to joke that "friends don't let friends pose for photos with their radio gear!" -- worse yet, striking a pose with microphone in hand. But I'll give dad a waiver on this one; he's posing with a computer he built from mixed parts and scratch -- he even hand built the keyboard. Even the TV monitor is a B&W Heathkit he built. He built it for my mother, but it worked so poorly as a recreational TV for their bedroom, that he quickly put it to use on his new computer project. (or was that the plan all along?) |