Antigua

I was idling at my computer, wasting time. I typed my name, Joseph G. Butler, into Ancestry, hit the “go” button and sorted through. One remarkable document stood out: A 1962 immigration form, written in my father’s unmistakable hand … Pan American flight 220 from Antigua, West Indies to New York City. I was then 13 years old. Memories returned. I was seated next to my father on that airplane, and listened to his recollections. My father had been a Major in the Army Air Corps, stationed in the West Indies during the Second World War. Antigua was our second home.