After leaving Morgantown aboard the twin-engine Beechcraft for Pittsburgh, I flew on to Philadelphia, PA. David Zito picked me up at the airport. The next day we drove to Dennis and Beth Zito's house for Thanksgiving. Dennis has grown a moustache and fathered a son, Eric.
We were playing Nerf football in the backyard before dinner. That's when I met Den and David's parents.
Like so many of my contemporaries, I imagine that their parents are now gone. So many of them are.
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