When The Brother lived in Harriman, New York, a small town in the foothills of the Catskills, Ma, Dad, and I took a trip to vist. The Brother took us to visit the United States Military Academy at West Point. We walked around the beautiful campus. Got to see a bridal party posing for pictures at the chapel.
Here's a picture I took of Dad with his four year old grandson in front of the decapitated statue of General George Patton.
After leaving West Point, I couldn't find my beloved, Bolle, aviator sun glasses. It wasn't' until several years later while going through photographs, I found where I had left them.
Sorry about your aviators. Though I did have to chuckle. Good to know I'm not the only one that does things like that. grin. Oh wait. You probably just wrote this post to make me feel better:)
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DeleteSorry for your loss! LOL (I dated a guy who lived in Harriman when I was in college! I wonder what happened to him? )
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