The year was 1924. Easter Sunday, April 20th in Wheatland, Wyoming. A nurse and a master sergeant, both veterans of World War I, welcomed a baby boy named Orion Ernest into the world. He was blessed to have a beautiful little sister, a second chance at love, one son, five daughters, and seven grandchildren (more came later that he never saw). He worked at his fathers car dealership, installed television antennas, repaired televisions, flew airplanes in World War II, and was the most handsome man I've ever known.

Happy Birthday, Daddy!