To my father, Lt. Melvin Spencer, USAF and to my father, John L. Fleming
My father moved through dooms of love through sames of am through haves of give, singing each morning out of each night my father moved through depths of height
– E.E. Cummings
My father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.
– Clarence B. Kelland, 1881-1964