(I know it was summer because he isn't wearing a coat and it's not raining)
This photo was taken when my dad was twenty years old. He had left the dairy farm where he had grown up in southwest Oregon. The youngest of three boys, he had had his fill of milking cows and mucking out stalls. So, shortly after he graduated from high school, he moved from Myrtle Point with several friends from the football team and took a position at Boeing near Seattle working on planes being built during the run up to the US's entrance into World War II. Soon after this picture was taken, Dad left for Army Air Force basic training.
Yesterday was his birthday. He would have been eighty-nine.