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The first images we ever saw of Rosie was a video that our breeder sent to us when she was about 4 weeks old. It was of her and her littermates on a large blanket on a sunny afternoon. Her … Continue reading →

In June of 1967 my father, brother and I drove across country in our brand new blue Jeep Wagoneer that we had named Commanche. It would be the first of seven jeeps so named. I was thinking of this as … Continue reading →

I don’t know when I first read Travels with Charley, John Steinbeck’s classic book about traveling the backroads of the United States. It was probably High School (thanks Leslie Meskin) but it made a huge impact on me.  Some of … Continue reading →

The conference room was not that impressive. At Syracuse I once was a waiter at one of Chancellor Tolley’s receptions in the University Board room and it had been magnificent. Long and wide, with exposed beams and impressive stained-glass windows … Continue reading →

Chapter 27 The Schloss Leonstain claims to have a history that begins in the 12th Century. It did not require a vivid imagination to believe that bit of local lore while sitting in its Taverne located directly adjacent to the … Continue reading →

I was too stunned to respond. I had thought that once I explained the situation to Colonel Skoda, he would unquestionably give us the keys. I did not think he had an option. The Crown was in its possession and … Continue reading →

The Cathedral of Maria Saal is located about 12 miles east of Portschach am Worthersee in a market town of the same name. According to the clerk at our hotel while not the seat of the bishop, it was the … Continue reading →

I dreamt that I was back at Ft. Sill. We were doing a “close over” drill with 105mm howitzers and I was commanding a battery of three that kept firing in synchronized order. There would be the “boom” of the … Continue reading →

Granville acknowledged Paul’s concession with a slight nod and then proceeded to lay out the plan we had devised the night before. When our breakfast was over it would be convivial punctuated with handshakes and smiles. Then the colonel would … Continue reading →

Paul, Cookie and I were sitting around the kitchen table of Aunt Hertha’s cabin in the Lobau. It had not changed much since I had seen last six years before. The windows were still covered with curtains that had a … Continue reading →