Friday, May 6, 2011

My Turn to go to the Airport

In September, 1962, right after my official release from the reserve military service, I was trying to get ready for going abroad. Suddenly I had to make a decision about where to go. Ms Sells’ arguments won the decision - I would go to ETSU first, as the University of Illinois had agreed to give me a two-year postponement. I was feeling that time was running out on me! I made the decision and bought the air ticket and, after a few good-bye dinners, It was my turn to go to the airport.Everyone was there at the airport to say good-bye! That was a once in a life-time event, at least it felt that way!

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