Big shiny metal god reaches sky with flames shooting out of its ass!

[hunter]

19. Art! It's everywhere.

My dad's an artist. I imagine my grandfather was an artist too, but by circumstances and in his scramble to find a career after the war ended he became an engineer in the aerospace industry.

I have his Apollo 8 appreciation medallion "...carried metal in this medallion to the moon." It's not that valuable on ebay (they made 200,000 of them) but it was valuable to him. He worked some very long days after the Apollo I disaster on the Command Module redesign.

He was most proud of his contributions to the Apollo Program. I suspect his wartime Army Air Force work was a little sketchy. He was the handsome officer in a spiffy uniform, slightly intimidating, who carried the "Get Out of Jail Free" card. He showed up whenever someone deemed critical to the war effort ended up in the slammer for public drunkenness, drug use, homosexual acts, or running naked down some small-town Virginia or Maryland Main Street yelling obscenities in German or Russian.

World War Two was a stressful time. He never talked about that.