Whenever I hear a Johnny Cash recording I think of my old buddy Doug Culwell, God rest his soul. Doug was a sailor, a jailer, a miner, an insurance salesman. He covered all fronts.
When I pop a top on a can of beer I think of my fallen friend Bob Dill. I used to get home and call him at work and have him listen to the top on my first beer.
When I see a helicopter I remember another sailor, Ken Vaughn who flew helicopters for near 30 years in the navy and John Alehandro who was a door gunner in Vietnam.
A motorcycle makes me think of our Litton heroes Kelly Hampton and Bill Taylor, or biker Billy as he is now known.
I often review my story "Final Voyage" (one of my favorites) I think of our west coast bureau chief Kevin. And of course when I need help with the dreaded Windows computer, he is there.
Another favorite story "Enlightenment" I think of my friend Isabel from Litton. I always liked the way she thought about things.
My poem "The River of Life" reminds me of all the friends I made at Litton. In the poem I speak of how some people are always in my life while others may only be there for a short time to teach me something.
If I watch a war movie with an army medic in it I think of Derrick, who was an army medic and after he was out, he dropped everything to go to New York the help out after 9/11.
A paint commercial reminds me of my grandpa and Joyce's, one painted all his life and the other started after retirement.
When I isten to the song "Hey Paula" the lyrics make me think of Joyce and how we were married so you because we were in love. It's been over 55 years now, but I think it's going to work out.
When I see a bottle of rum, I think of my navy buddy Cal and the time we went to town in Cavite P.I. with a bottle of 151, drank that, drank more of what I do not know and finally some Filipino whiskey that cost 15 centavos, about maybe 10 cents at the time. I don't know how we made it back to the navy base, but I remember waking up the next morning and thinking I had gone blind for about 15 minutes.
A bottle of Gin reminds me of sitting in the historic Raffles hotel in Singapore drinking Singapore Slings on the covered veranda and musing about how life was there before WW-2.
When I pop a top on a can of beer I think of my fallen friend Bob Dill. I used to get home and call him at work and have him listen to the top on my first beer.
When I see a helicopter I remember another sailor, Ken Vaughn who flew helicopters for near 30 years in the navy and John Alehandro who was a door gunner in Vietnam.
A motorcycle makes me think of our Litton heroes Kelly Hampton and Bill Taylor, or biker Billy as he is now known.
I often review my story "Final Voyage" (one of my favorites) I think of our west coast bureau chief Kevin. And of course when I need help with the dreaded Windows computer, he is there.
Another favorite story "Enlightenment" I think of my friend Isabel from Litton. I always liked the way she thought about things.
My poem "The River of Life" reminds me of all the friends I made at Litton. In the poem I speak of how some people are always in my life while others may only be there for a short time to teach me something.
If I watch a war movie with an army medic in it I think of Derrick, who was an army medic and after he was out, he dropped everything to go to New York the help out after 9/11.
A paint commercial reminds me of my grandpa and Joyce's, one painted all his life and the other started after retirement.
When I isten to the song "Hey Paula" the lyrics make me think of Joyce and how we were married so you because we were in love. It's been over 55 years now, but I think it's going to work out.
When I see a bottle of rum, I think of my navy buddy Cal and the time we went to town in Cavite P.I. with a bottle of 151, drank that, drank more of what I do not know and finally some Filipino whiskey that cost 15 centavos, about maybe 10 cents at the time. I don't know how we made it back to the navy base, but I remember waking up the next morning and thinking I had gone blind for about 15 minutes.
A bottle of Gin reminds me of sitting in the historic Raffles hotel in Singapore drinking Singapore Slings on the covered veranda and musing about how life was there before WW-2.
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