MOM

I had left Asbury Park on the 20th of Dec.

I was due to fly out of L.A. on Jan 10th.

I had been ready to leave for the last 3 or 4 days.

  I was tired and had enuff traveling.

The last day, the 9th was the ruffest.  I was going to see an old war buddy I hadn't seen since the 80's and my mothers grave.  I had never been to it since she was buried in 87'

It was a long journey.  He lived by March AF base.

About an hour East of L.A.  Took the wrong Freeway and got lost.  Thank God for cell phones.

He lived out on the desert.  His name is 

Robert Trejo.  We were stationed at Beale AFB outside of Marysville, Calif. in the early 60's.

He is in his 70's now and has lost a lot of weight.

I visited with him and his son then went to visit mom.

Dos Vetrano's

The Capt and Bob

His son with his daughter

Ruthetta Sypos

Feb 6,1923 - Feb 18, 1987

Then we went to eat but I didn't have an appetite.

The trip back was long because of heavy traffic.

I got this last California sunset

The exit did not go well.  I called my daughter

and asked her to take me to the airport that night.  Plane was leaving early in the morning so I'll drink some Nyquil and crash in the airport.

I was emotionally exhausted.  I bought a half gallon of wine, ate the bowl of soup, drank all the wine and passed out.

Daughter didn't call till she was outside at eleven.

I'm half asleep. I invite her in for a moment,

grab my stuff and rush out the door.

Forgot to lock it and left my glasses.

Sorry Sam