Bill Reynolds shares a memory from his youth of when his dad reached beyond his expectations to help him.
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In 1976, America was in the throes of celebrating its 200th birthday—all year long. Everyone wore red, white, and blue and flew flags.
Gerald Ford was the President of The United States as we tried to start fresh after Watergate. You couldn’t go anywhere without spotting the stars and stripes. Every business wanted a piece of the action, including my beloved Estes model rocket company.
The cover of the catalog I got in the mail that spring featured the most stunning thing I could lay my eyes on: the Patriot. It was a gleaming beauty with a black plastic nose cone, painted red, white, and blue, replete with decals of golden eagles and the flag. Our flag! I had to have this thing.
When it arrived in the mail, I wasted no time assembling it meticulously: no stray glue, no running paint. Most of all, I placed the decals perfectly; no wrinkles, no bubbles, no rips. This was to be my pièce de résistance. No rocket I had built compared to this. I couldn’t wait to launch it!
On a windy day that that spring, rocket in hand, I announced to my dad who was laboring in the backyard, “We’re gonna fly rockets now, Dad!” He looked at the waving trees. “Isn’t kinda windy?”
I knew what he was saying. Rockets were launched
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