Not Quite Wordless Wednesday: The Spirit of St. Louis

May 20-21, 1927.  Lindbergh's historic flight of the Spirit of St. Louis.
And what does my dad, a kid at the time, have to do with this?
In the next year or so, Lindbergh made promotional flights across the country, stopping at various small airports and talking to people.  One of those was Stout Field, in my dad's neighborhood.  Once he told me that he and  his brothers walked there, hanging on the fence rails to see the famous man and his plane.
My dad was seven years old at the time.

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