It's been a while since I've posted something personal so thought I'd share something close to my heart. Today, Nick, Kale and I visited the air show at the Coeur d'Alene airport. They had a B-25 and B-17 on display. Why would a 1940s war plane be close to a claustrophobic girl's heart, you ask? My grandfather, John Kearney, flew 35 missions as the ball turret gunner on a B-17. He was the lone survivor of his crew. I must admit, it was emotional to tour the plane and to see it take off. Like having Grandpa Jack back for just a little bit...
