Subjects and ghosts from the past.
The old man sat at an angle to the table, his grizzled features scant inches from some sheets of paper that had a stranglehold on his attention. His face had avoided acquaintance with a razor for some time and the growth there was a light gray, almost white. His gaunt frame was rack to a… Continue reading Christmas 2002
My gym piped in music from speakers in the ceiling for those who didn't care to wear iPods while working out. Unlike that of other fitness centers I found my gym's choice of songs pleasant even if sometimes they weren't conducive to a workout state of mind. Hugh Prestwood's poetic "The Song Remembers When", soulfully… Continue reading The Song Remembers When
It was heating up out here in Arizona. We were expecting our first 90° day, on the way to the summer's triple digits. I was reminded of how nice it is to be able to get into my climate controlled Dodge Challenger and go anywhere, at any time, in comfort, a comfort bordering on the… Continue reading Once Upon a Time in the West
Back in the late 1970s I was sent on TDY (Temporary DutY) to West Fort Hood in Texas to be Fort Benning's Infantry School Liaison to TCATA (TRADOC Combined Arms Test Activity) to test the target hardware and establish the procedures that would become the heart of the NTC (National Training Center) at Fort Irwin,… Continue reading Texas!
Jack was born in the two-fisted, blue collar hamlet of Williamstown, New Jersey. In the pre-television days of sports heroes, his parents would name him after their favorite heavyweight boxer. He was the youngest of four brothers and a sister whose childhood days would unfold against the hardscrabble backdrop of America's Great Depression. In a… Continue reading Jack
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