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On the Road - We left Memphis on Thursday as the only two passengers on an Air Force C-5 Galaxy and flew to Norfolk, VA where we stayed the night.. On Friday.we flew to McGuire AFB,NJ on a KC-10 and stayed the night there. As I am writing this we are sitting in the terminal awaiting a flight on a C-17 to March AFB, CA where my daughter is supposed to pick us up so we can visit her in Escondido, CA. Life is good.I still have not received a confirmation yet about allowing our group to march in the parade. I'll keep you posted
I was saving this photo for the next time the “my first car” topic came back. But more important than my car, is the Lee Class Mate in the photo; the same mystery person from the Band Photo from our Oct 11 issue. Judy and I became friends in the last months of my senior year. After joining the Navy when the draft threaten to pull me from my second year at Jax State in the fall of 66, I ended up in central California. In the summer of 68 I bought the car and started touring the state on weekends. While in So Cal. I looked up Judy and she was gracious enough to act as tour guide for a couple of days. The photos were taken (if I remember correctly) at UCLA. Judy was working at Disneyland at the time, playing her flute in the Disneyland Band. A few months later I got real busy with the Navy and we lost contact again. I have noticed she is listed as “no contact info available” at the reunion.
My two favorite Halloween stories are both from adulthood (if that’s the right word). In the fall of ’68 I was starting grad school at Clark University in Worcester, MA, and was invited to a party in DC, where the host was the only person I knew. I was never any good with costumes, but I had a black suit which I sometimes wore with a black turtleneck, and people always told me I looked like a priest. So I put a strip of white cardboard inside the collar, with a gap in front, put a cross around my neck, carried a Bible, and introduced myself as Father O’Brien. The guests seemed noticeably cool, but it was only sometime later that I found out the reason: They were miffed that a priest had been invited to a Halloween party, putting a damper on everybody’s fun.About 15 years ago I was called for jury duty on Halloween. I was going to a party directly from work, so I went to court in costume. My number was called, but I was dismissed without cause. The idea may have caught on; a rule was later introduced requiring “appropriate attire.”When I was a little girl, we lived in the country. I didn't dress up a costume, but equipped with an empty pillowcase, I was taken to the houses on the road where we lived. The last Halloween I remember from that time, it was my Aunt Dot that drove my two cousins and me around to the different houses. After the houses on my road were covered, she drove us into town to the neighborhood where she lived. I came home with the pillowcase half full of candy, apples, oranges, popcorn balls, etc. We didn't fear razor blades or any such thing being in the fruit or candy. We just had fun. Of course, my older brother and friends were probably putting someone's wagon on the roof of the barn or tipping over an outhouse, etc. Harmless fun, unless you happened to be in the outhouse.I do remember one Halloween in Huntsville that I was babysitting for my neighbor. The trick or treaters had finally stopped coming to the door and I was able to devote my attention to TV. Around 9:00 someone knocked on the door. When I looked out the window, there was a large kid covered in a sheet with a grocery sack. I opened the door to give the ghost the candy. This kid was not happy with the amount I had given and started arguing with me and demanded more and I began to get a bit uneasy, but for some reason, I glanced down and noticed the shoes. THE MEAN GHOST WAS MY MOTHER. She had decided to have a little "fun" with me. I didn't think it was that funny.