A stranger cut in front of my 81-year-old father at airport security and called him a “confused old fellow.” Dad quietly told me to let it go.

tarmac and pinned these on my jacket.”

He pointed at the silver wings in Dad’s hand.

“He’d had them engraved himself.”

“Number one.”

“The first kid he ever put in the air.”

A woman near the windows pressed her fingers against her mouth.

“I carried them for twelve years,” Brock said.

“The day Northstar Airlines hired me, I drove to Marshfield and tried to give them back.”