When I was a kid, my grandpa used to take me to JFK airport in New York City to watch the big planes take off and land. I remember the sound of the arrivals and departures board clicking as it updated. I was brought back to this pleasant memory recently when a friend posted a picture of that airport terminal. It’s a great way to remember my grandpa. -Michael Tino (CLF)
What is a happy memory you have of an ancestor?