Most of these posts are about Zoe and Max and then other people are part of the story. This time it is about my Dad, Glenn Lytle. I'm sure he'll be surprised when he reads this post, but it goes with the day. This morning Zoe, Max and I attended my dad's retirement ceremony at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base. We got special permissions to go onto base and also into the secure building where he works. His official last day is Thursday, with 27 years of service both enlisted and civilian. His official title, at least what is printed, Chief, Ballistic Missile Performance Flight, National Air and Space Intelligence Center, Wright-Patt AFB, OH. There may be a photo or two later from the official photos.
I've always been asked what my dad does and depending on the source of the question determines what the answer is. Either it is he works at Wright-Patt and that is enough, or "I don't know", or if it is a questionnaire and I had to fill in the occupation it was Electrical Engineer. I always knew he did some sort of technology research, basically from the name of the division that he was in, and I knew he was a manager of some sort most recently. But I got a little more insight to what he does. I still don't know exactly what he does, but I really don't need to know that. He's worked with lots of different people and affected them all in different ways. I've heard basic stories throughout the years, and the successes and the frustrations that a few have caused. But all of them learned something whether they wanted to or not.
It was cool to see this side of my Dad. I got to be the proud daughter. Zoe and Max liked going to see him because they got to see big jets, and tiny model size planes. Luckily the small planes were behind glass otherwise there would have been a few people on the floor playing with them and making them fly. And not just the two little ones.
Now the fun starts for him.
Congrats Dad
See more cars, still sitting on the boogie board, and you can't see the sand all over his face.
The beach bunny playing in the sand. In one of her moments of not running through the water.
Happy boy at the pool, no sand, but there were cars, you just can't see them.
Max and Daddy playing in the water. There were almost twins.
The whole gang, minus Scott, in our little space on the beach. A couple umbrellas for a little shade.
Aunt Stephanie came to visit for a few days and we took a walk down the boardwalk and saw the big kites in front of the kite shop. Max's phrase after this trip was "ByeBye Boardwalk" for about 20 minutes until we go home.
Max and Aunt Stephanie playing in the sand. This time almost twins with Aunt Stephanie.
There were play structures on the boardwalk. We were able to capture Max in one of the windows long enough to get a smile, and not an empty window.
And Zoe climbed to the top of the castle and watched her Dad swing on the rope. Everyone has to play.
And Mommy joined in too.
And the last thing on our vacation was a stop at a rest area just east of Zanesville. We had the left over donuts for dinner and Zoe said "There's a chicken." And yes there was a chicken. 
