Ive never been to Paris, France. I spent my time in Lyon, and St. Etienne. The people who lived there were absolutely wonderful to me.
I dont really drink anything but beer. There was beer from all over the world in St. Etienne, and I had a different one every day.
My Dad was an orphan, born in 1929. He was a foster child for 17 years, and, joined the Marines in 1947. He was active duty until 1969, and in the Marine Corps Reserves until 1977. He was a squared up troop the entire time he was active duty, and remarked when he left active duty that he was having a little trouble realizing he didnt have to live out of a sea bag any more.
1963?
Just back from a deployment with the Coast Guard, in SE Asia. The Coast Guard was sounding rivers in anticipation for what would come to be known as Vietnam Nam. The cutters were basically unarmed, and taking fire, and a Marine was detached to each, taking a position to return fire. He was promoted to Gunnery Sargent right after this photo was taken. Dad was told not to speak of his service, there, and didnt. I found out about it at his funeral.
We lost Dad in 2009. I wrote and read the eulogy at his funeral. Been short a good hunting partner, ever since.
Pheasant hunting, last day of the season, maybe 2005? This picture was in the Double Gun Journal, a memorable day of stomping frozen cat tail slews behind a storm front. Might have gotten up to -10 degrees that day, and the roosters tried like hell to stay right where they were. My Setter was on point while we were screwing around taking pictures.
I just awarded custody of Dads Beretta Silver Snipe to his only Grandson, my 13 year old son Christopher. I still have the R10 Darne.
Best,
Ted
