More of my scanning exercises. I’m getting better at the doing, but sometimes the research into identifying stuff gets pretty challenging. The other thing I noticed was how many photos I took and now they mean almost nothing to me. In particular, pictures of people — friends, associates, etc. This first one is unforgettable: My beloved was pregnant with our first in this professional photo by Olan Mills Studio.
This is simply to prove I’m not making up stuff about my military career. This the Commander at 54 ASG presenting me a community support award, mostly for volunteering so much at the AFCENT Chapel. My son hung out with his son a lot, but he and I pointedly avoided making it look like it could bring any kind of favoritism. I rarely saw him in person.
I was the first DARE Officer in the DoD Dependent Schools system for Benelux and western Germany. I have permission to show these kids’ faces from the 7th grade in the 1990-1991 school year. Not all of them are American, but they all were fluent in American English. The classroom teacher insisted on taking the shot with my camera so I could be in it.
Down in Dinant, Belgium is this Rocher Bayard, a solid stone ridge sharp as a blade the juts out to the river bank of the Meuse. The northbound lane (right side) runs through that cleft, and it was a tight fit for the bus we were riding. This was taken on a Chapel Youth kayak trip in 1991, running down the Lesse River, a tributary to the Meuse. I was the volunteer Youth Director that year.
Right after my family joined me in the Netherlands, I took them down to the local tourist trap in Valkenberg, the Netherlands. They are standing in an arch that was part of the ancient walls still standing in the Old City section, just below the fortress. We rode the train there, did some touristy stuff and had a good time.