This memoir is a fugue-like description of my very first and very last days in the US Navy and the impact a gentle and humorous corpsman had on me. The photo is of me as an old salt walking on the gangplank of the aircraft carrier USS Ticonderoga in 1971.
While the Navy clearly owned our asses, Ferguson’s name game allowed him to attain a certain freedom. Plus, it got laughs, helping us avoid stewing over the near future.
Photograph 2012 – My mother, Gloria Smith, at 88 with three of her great grandchildren: Eliana, Sachi and Adeline. Mom is now 92 and has been presented with two more great grandkids. I posted this for emotional, not artistic reasons.
Photograph 2009 – Dotty loved this pondlet, when it had water in it. She would swim in circles and bark. We visited this pond after hikes and trail work so the dogs could wash off the poison ivy. The inevitable poison ivy. See This Post for what we learned.
Photograph 2012 – Amy and I were bringing much-needed income to Galveston after the hurricane. Everyone was getting back on their feet, but it was still pretty desolate in places. In addition to gorging on seafood and laissez le bon temps rouler, we also spent time traipsing through the wilder areas looking at birds. Here’s the bird […]