These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just w — Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
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These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just which Joe would rise with the sun that day.

— Pythia Peay, American Icarus: A Memoir of Father and Country
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