It was 1959 and Ed and I were in Marine Boot Camp. Fortune put us in the same platoon so we were acquaintances. Geography played a part. Because we finished Boot Camp on Dec. 15, we were given leave, no choice, over Christmas. With Ed's home in Eastern IA and mine in Eastern SD, we rode the same bus from San Diego to Omaha, a two day trip, on the way to our homes. On the bus we had the leisure to talk and two farm boys found we had so much in common. Fortune again hove into view when, after leave, we were assigned to the same company at Camp Pendleton, then in the same office until I completed my enlistment.
Though we remained friends, and in contact, fortune again intervened when I moved our family to Davenport in 1980. This put us 25 miles from Ed's farm. Now Joanne and Ed's wife MaryJane became good friends and, of course, I got significant time with Ed.
When I retired in 2007 we started visiting every year since, with the exception of 2020. So, here I am again, once again being treated like royalty. Tonight included dinner with Ed's & MaryJane's neighbors, who over the years, have become friends of mine.
Life is good, sponging off long time friends!
Takk for alt,
Al
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