Yes, we are still alive

     It has been nearly two months since I last posted. I finally have an event around which to build a post and and the same time to update our status. As always, you have my favorite blog-stalker's size XX shoe to thank.
     As much as I now hate to fly, I recently was able to take advantage of a new, nonstop Frontier flight from Charleston to Denver. It wasn't the introductory pricing, but the self-imposed requirement to eulogize a favorite classmate who was being memorialized at the USAFA. Durelle could not go as we were hosting our grandson, his significant other, and our teenage great-granddaughter for a week of Spring vacation. So Cindy accompanied the "old fahrt" through the TSA obstacles and other impediments. It's amazing how helpful a kid can be when you really need her.
     The trip would not really have been possible without the kindness and support of Phil and Laura Catalfamo. Phil was my office-mate in Alaska in the early sixties. They picked us up and delivered us to and from the airport, loaned us a car, and provided room and board for three days. By the way, the word "board" does not do justice to the wonderful Italian meals Laura provided.
     We were stationed there from '69 to '74, so it was nice to see some of the old landmarks again. The long range shots were taken from Phil's porch.

     Brita Glenn did a beautiful job of organizing a memorial service for her husband Warren H. "Buzz" Glenn. There were perhaps 75 classmates, family members, neighbors and friends in attendance. Here is a picture of Brita thanking everyone at a reception which was one of the very first special events held in the new golf course clubhouse.

     Both flights left on time and arrived early, but the seats are uncomfortable and non-adjustable. Snacks and drinks (of any kind) are expensive. It is an efficient way to travel when there are no other options.