year has passed.
Gene has retired.
His final flight was Flight 212 from Boston to San Francisco.
Grandma and I were aboard.
Row 34.
Danny flew beside him.
When the aircraft landed, the airport welcomed Gene’s final flight with the traditional water salute.
The passengers applauded.
Grandma cried.
I cried.
Gene tried to thank everyone over the intercom and had to stop halfway through.
Danny later became a captain.
When he received his fourth stripe, he mailed Grandma a photograph.
The old silver wings were tucked inside his captain’s hat.
