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    Monday, 22 February 2016

    Best Friends And then there is my dear friend Linda.  We have known each other since we were five years old…when our fathers were stationed at Larson Air Force Base, close to Moses Lake, Washington.  Larson AFB was a Tactical Air Command ba
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    Friday, 29 January 2016

    Two good friends worked for Pan American World Airways when the Clippers ruled the skies and first class travel reigned.  Mary Lee Reshkin and Vallie Szymanski would plan their trips a year in advance and when they discovered that they would rendezvo
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    Wednesday, 06 January 2016

     The date was January 6, 1959 and it was our family’s first French assignment.  For the next 2.5 years, our home would be Chateauroux Air Force Base in the Loire Valley in France.  Jim, my father was a veterinarian in the United States

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