|The Flag at Santa Fe Cemetery|
He and I go way back, and it only occurred to me in recent years that the reason my middle name comes from him is that he was my Dad's favorite brother, the middle of five boys from dirt poor Depression Oklahoma, all of whom escaped.
Rest in peace sailor, thank you, and salute.
From six years ago:
Reflections on a Final Port of Call
A Sailor's Final Port
|Many years ago at the Grand Canyon, Mom, Jerry, Mike and I|
|A few years ago, with Susan and Mike in the bar at La Fonda, Santa Fe, and Cuba Libres|