Dad was a farmer and a pilot. Maybe these are connected—outside, horizontal and being surrounded by weather. He always owned a private plane of some sort, they are named in his log. He began his flight log and his training Feb 5, 1948 while he lived at the YMCA in Minneapolis, Minnesota, room 510 it says. The last entry is May 17, 2000 in the Glasair N237JH 180 he’d built. He went solo at 3:30pm for an hour and a half. In the remark section he wrote: ‘Verios’. His stroke took away his speech and spelling, but not his flying. His rehab was building a plane, his grandson crawled into the nose while Dad taught him about fiberglass. Such a beautiful signature.