Visiting the Past

Visiting the Past

Feeding My Yearning Eyes

I won’t say that visiting California is like coming home, but it is definitely nostalgic.  I only lived in the LA area for about 6 years and it was nearly 45 years ago.  However, in that relatively short time, I found out that something in my genetic makeup needs mountains.  The desert and beach are nice too, but it is the mountains that my heart has yearned for ever since I moved back home.

I could never live here again for the same reason we moved home in 1967.  It is too far from my family.  The members of the clan have changed since then.  My parents and one of my brothers are gone as well as my aunt and uncle.  That doesn’t lessen the ties that hold me there though.  If anything they are stronger than ever.  My children have grown up and raised families of their own.  All of them live in the Southeast.  I expect to have great grandchildren soon and I can’t participate in their lives from the West coast.

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Exploring the Boundaries

Exploring the Boundaries

outside Albuquerque
Breakfast stop

Although we have been trying to trace down old Route 66 this past week, most of the time we have either been on I40 or within sight of it.  We found lots of interesting small towns and roadside attractions.  We even stopped to photograph many of them.  Yesterday, we left the beaten path.  We decided not to take the interstate highway to Phoenix.

We ignored the urging of the GPS, looked at a REAL map, left the interstate at Winslow, found SR87 and headed south toward our destination.  More than anything else, this impressed upon us how few people travel off “the beaten path.”  We went for miles without seeing another car.  The towns and gas stations were widely scattered in this desert country. At first, the land was mostly flat and empty.  The road was only two lanes and there was no breakdown lane.  In the far distance, we could see the lower ridges of the mountains long before we started to climb.

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Old Friends

Old Friends

Ken and Manola Hackman listen as instructions are given for the next days events at the Combat Camera reunion.
Ken and Manola Hackman listen as instructions are given for the next days events at the Combat Camera reunion.

Well, today was the first day of my Combat Camera Reunion in Albuquerque, New Mexico and it amazes me that how easy it is to pickup with old friends that you haven’t seen for over 15 years. Don’t get me wrong because I do keep up with my fellow veterans, mostly though Facebook, but to actually see each other face to face it’s like it’s only been a few weeks and not many years.

Some of the names my many of military friends will recognize that are here are, Ken Hackman, Perry Heimer, Paul Harrington, Joe Coleman, Rob Marshall, Mike Creen and Bob Simons, among others.

We sat around and recalled old war stories from our days of capturing the history of the military with our cameras and when how things have changed in the world of photography from film to digital. It was great, but I finally gave out about 10 pm after a full day of driving and shooting pictures on the way here I was a tired puppy. Tomorrow morning we’re doing a group photo of those gathered here for the reunion before we all head off on a trip to Santa Fe for a day trip. Some are driving and others like sis and I are taking the train! When offered the option, what else was I supposed to do?

Still two more days of catching up, programs and war stories before we wrap things up. I’ll try to get some better images to show the group and what everyone looks like and  has been up to over the next couple of days. – Stay Tuned!

Technical Difficulties…

Technical Difficulties…

Cinderalla's coach awaits you in Memphis

In Memphis and here in Tucumcari, the wifi networks are secured.  It requires a password, not just to use the network, but even to make a connection.  The message says “contact your network administrator.” That would be Jim.  He also had no luck.  I got up an hour early this morning (more on that later) and spent the time digging through my Network Administration class memories and (Thanks to Chet Cunningham for his excellent teaching) figured out how to get around the problem.  Hopefully, if we run into it again, I’ll be able to remember what I did without investing so much time.

So, my early rising is due to Blackberry.  Apparently, they think alarms are supposed to be a relative setting, not a literal one.  When the cell phone changed the system time to match the new time zone yesterday, it also changed the times on my alarms, so they are all going off an hour early.  Needless to say, I fixed the alarm clock immediately, but I couldn’t go back to sleep anyway.  Now I will have to go through my calendar and todo lists today and fix all my reminders, they are also going off an hour early.  What a pain.  This means, I’ll have to go through the same routine every time we cross a time zone.  Very poor design RIM.  Maybe there’s a setting someplace for telling it to STOP THAT.  That will be my preoccupation while Jim is driving today.

RT 66 has spawned murals everywhere...even inside our motel garage.

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