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In the spring of 1967 I drove out of Chicago on Route 66 heading back to Hawaii.
I stopped along the way to visit friends in southern Illinois, Texas, New Mexico and Arizona arriving in San Diego, California were I hooked up with some friends who lived there.
That’s when the party began. […]
I am intrigued by what I remember. I have difficulty remembering a lot of people’s names as if they were wiped out in my mind, save for the times, the places, and the people. […]
Previously in *Saigon Kids Stories: Exile From Saigon* my Saigon journey came to an abrupt end with my exile to Hawaii. If you’ve spent any time in the orient you know orientals are very indirect compared to the barbaric directness of Americans; and, things are not always what they appear to be on the surface. Such was the case with my exile from Saigon. […]
Cerle Sportif Diving Tower Unchanged in 56 Years […]
Reminiscences from Dalat and Saigon, during the fall of the House of Diem. […]
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