Here we are. Back in Flushing, Queens, NYC. It’s 1951, the year of the “shot heard round the world”. Bobby Thompson’s home run off Dodger, Ralph Branca, that won the…
Short answer— Because Grandmommy’s roots are here and she loves this city. And, because, Granddaddy, a self righteous latchkey kid from New York, also loves this city and has wormed…
About 20 years ago, I was struggling with a bad case of colon cancer (Any such thing as a good case?). My treatment consisted of many doses of chemotherapy and…
It’s now 1972. We are now a family of five. Christine and Jim are 6 and 5 respectively. Jeffrey, born in Denver, is about a year old. The “Zero Population…
Here I go again. Frequently when musing about what to write, my mind wanders back to the exciting 60’s, with fallback to the fabulous 70’s. Back in early ‘64, I…
First, a tribute to Chuck Martin for telling me this story. I welcome your fact checking and editing, Chuck. From 1970-1974, I had the privilege to work at the Air…
Wow!! It’s 1970. I’m a 31-year old Air Force captain with an over 5000 hours of aircrew experience, as a navigator in C-130, C-141, and C-47 aircraft. I just finished…
Good early, early morning family and friends. Let’s try a little brain exercise. This is as close as I’ll get to strenuous exercise. Sorry, Physical Therapists. We’re now in Flushing,…
About 70 years ago, in a galaxy far away called Flushing in Queens, NYC, there was Jack’s Station Sweet Shop, an ice cream, candy, newspaper, cigarette store and luncheonette. I…
Once upon a time, there was no GPS. You needed to at least glance at a road map. It’s about 1963. I had driven from Charleston to DC to visit…