Last October I received this photo in an email from from my brother: 98 Red River in Austin, Texas, my home in ’66 and ’67, a time like no other in my life, had finally bitten the dust. I can’t begin to tell you all the things that happened there. Not just to me, either—the [...]
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AT-6 Texans in the background. Sunny Texas skies. Pearl Harbor hasn’t happened yet.
This is probably my favorite photo of him, taken at Randolph Field, San Antonio, Texas on his birthday in 1941. He doesn’t have his wings yet but he will just five months later, when he married my mother and it all began. That’s a 23-year-old Officer Candidate School flight cadet you’re looking at, and Jesus, [...]
Speed kills
Another phone call from darkest Arizona, though I was glad at first. I hadn’t heard from the guy for months. Except for the fact that the few checks I sent got cashed, the last checks, out of my own pocket just to help him out, I wouldn’t have known he even was alive. The inheritance [...]
Here, let me just fix that for you
It sure is easier to praise some people when they’re dead. Not to be crude, but as a practical matter—when their bad side isn’t around to give you grief, you know? My aunt was an amazing, highly accomplished woman with friends all over the world. Independent when it wasn’t fashionable, she didn’t get married until [...]
I took this shot in April. Lots greener now!
Someone needs to buy this. It’s my late Aunt Mary’s house in the country between Augusta and Vassalboro, Maine, about an hour from the ocean. Built in 1820 and extensively upgraded, it’s the kind of place I’d jump on if it were just a little cheaper (listed for $255K) and oh yeah, not in Maine. [...]
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