College Daze: 'First Person: I'm proud to have been his son' (Catalyst, February 13, 1986)
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Jeronimo Diaz-Granados (1919-1965) in his Aerocondor pilot's uniform. (Author's collection) This column was originally published in the February 13, 1986 issue of Catalyst, Miami-Dade Community College - South Campus's student newspaper. I'm proud to have been his son Alex Diaz-Granados Opinions Editor Early in the morning of Feb. 13, 1965, a C-46 transport was cleared for takeoff from Miami International Airport. There were no passengers aboard, just cargo. Its destination: San Salvador. Unfortunately, two minutes after leaving the ground, the plane crashed in an auto junkyard on NW 47th Street not far from NW 37th Avenue. The two-man crew was killed. That was 21 years ago today. When I was six years old, the thought of something unsettling about my family crossed my mind when I observed that other children often talked about something wonderful and unknown ﹘ fathers. I, being curious and innocent, asked my mother what a "father" w