Lindbergh made his solo transatlantic flight in 1927. He also made a whirlwind tour through the USA to the adoring praise of millions. While he was running this national victory lap, my dad was born. Thus his name Charles.
To reach the grave became for me like a search for the holy Grail, or if you will, a pilgrimage to Mecca. Okay, yes I'm given to hyperbole, but you get the point. I wanted to see my dad's namesake's grave.
It was hard to reach and hard to find, but worth the effort. I'll post pictures of it on my Facebook wall.
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