So I get these e-mails…come on, did your dad really look like Sean Connery? Huh? Reeeaaally? Come on.

Well…no.

But when you’re a kid…yeah. Kind of. And it’s pretty cool to somehow think, yeah, sure dad’s going off to work at the newspaper, but what he’s really doing is undercover work, just pretending to work at the newspaper, and….

Anyway, here’s my dad in his prime, the photo taken in Beaugency, France, in the Fall of 1944. And, what the hell, he’s kind of dashing. And he does carry a gun.

And though I’m sure there’s no chance of it, if there’s anyone out there who might have known him or have a friend or relative who might have known him back in the day (in the army, he worked as an armorer in Northern Ireland, England, and France, went to the University of Montana in the late Forties, and worked for AP in San Francisco in the Fifties), I would love to chat with them.

‘Cause I miss the guy. Every damn day.

Steve