When I was a little kid, my dad went out to photograph the 765 on the ill-fated NRHS '88 trips, but I couldn't go because I was sick. I said to him afterwords that if it ever got close to NJ we would go see it. 27 years later and on the day my father passed away (5 years earlier) here it is high-stepping into Northampton in fading light. Thanks for a great day, dad.
