lcclower1968

The summer of 1962, I'd just turned 12. Mom was diagnosed with cancer and I didn't want to have to live with my father, so I wrote my own enquiry letter to PMA. That September I was in khakis, in Wilson Hall, room 5, with Robert Morgenstern. It turned out that he and I were the only 6-year cadets in our class, 1968. I had major problems with (undiagnosed) ADD and was very homesick the first half of the year and that pretty much set the tone for the early part of my stay at Peacock. So I didn't fit in all that well, but then I didn't try all that hard either. But counter that, there were a lot of decent people at PMA so it was a better experience than the soap opera at home. I found a couple of niches, comfort zones: Math, language, flipping through the Brittanicas on my library time, working on the yearbook. Clandestine flying lessons at the old Alamo Aviation facility out at the airport. After six militarily undistinguished years I graduated, SSG, almost kicked out the last week and campused and walking tours for two days of Senior Week and taking my physics final late due to writing a compulsory explanation on Wednesday of that week. I left asap after the graduation ceremony. Went to college, went to work, liked work a lot better. I've been wildly successful twice, flat broke twice and am currently getting along OK and keeping a low profile. I retired somewhat, four years ago. I've married three times, divorced twice. Daughter Beth works for the state comptroller as a sales tax auditor, son John works for a defense contractor most recently on Afghanistan. i have two grandsons and a granddaughter, and I have them all thoroughly spoiled. We live in Rowlett, the east end of Dallas, Texas. I hunt a bit and I fish too much.