I went to Starbucks this morning for a little morning blast. I noticed the lights for “buck” were unplugged and I thought it was a cute name for a coffee shop. Stars Coffee. Only a couple of people were in line and one was a major in the Air Force. How do I know that? He was wearing a flight uniform complete with the zippered pockets down by his ankle. Uniforms these days use Velcro for patches. I don’t know, I like the old school look better. Maybe more moms or wives liked sewing patches back in the 60’s than they do now. I was darning socks the other night, I think I might be in the minority of men that still do that today too. “Are you a pilot?” I ventured. “Yes” he said with a kind smile. He looked so young and handsome. My dad must have looked the same in his day. “Yeah my dad was a pilot as well in the Air Force. He flew a KC-135, well, that was his favorite plane to fly.” “Oh yeah, I’ve been on the back end of getting fueled by those, very c