Summary
I met him a year ago, when he was 96. It was one of those modern introductions. We were waiting in a security line at the airport.
Actually, it was his son I met first, Harold Jackson, who jogged my memory that we were once classmates in college.See the full content of this document
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'Ordinary Hero' Led a Life of Service
But even before Harold spoke up, I'd been studying him and the older man next to him.
My guesses are often wrong, but this one was right: a son taking his dad on a trip. And no...See the full content of this document
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