Yep. Step with me and Sherman into the way-back machine, and set the controls to jump back in time 26 years . . .
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU6eu35C1n8nV1fsivZZobP5kQbxAK94XAms0jft-VpkWZ3tJhRs4Qgr1lT5vL-_aVojzaF0X4ra51l_J67TCDFp7IS7uuLlSmzdIKPqho3xaJJIPgTTzIg7JUj4s91tAxreZX/s400/me+and+gran+1979.jpg)
18 years old, fresh out of basic training. This was my first leave at home, and the lady with her arm around me is my grandmother. Gran died a few months later. The white blur around her was probably a reflection, but still a bit spooky.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnQ8DPj1O-LTacwljrAwQXnd7IAyl9g709zm8TUWO9PEhgISQhuWekkv4wlcR96O0beP1gWz2cbu3JGqvUvx4AwTFVy0P2PkprfOLE7GfWLgPsVn1L_ewH6CwUpatlBDhZorM1/s400/me+and+steve+1979.jpg)
The tall guy with the bushy late 70's hair is now a very distinguished retired AF major with a gray-templed crew cut and a passle of kids.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.