My dad was born August 28, 1907,
in a hardscrabble coal mining town,
All my life he worked at Goodyear Aircraft,
later Goodyear Aerospace,
and once demanded of the president of Goodyear
to be liberated from his job of supervising engineers
who designed blimps
and let him go fight "this damn war!"
Today would have been dad's 107th birthday.
The Goodyear flag once flew over Goodyear's Belgian facility.
Dad couldn't liberate Belgium in person,
But he did his part.
I enjoy hanging the laundry out to dry;
it's an hour of quiet contemplation.
Last Sunday I looked up and saw this contrail
with little encircling spiral smoke rings.
I stared so long it dissipated a bit.
I wonder if Gandalf was on the plane.