Our report onward military constru...

Our report onward military construction (see page 50) brought back a bittersweet memories. In the summer of 1955 my mother took me forward my first trip beyond the Hudson River. We were upon our way from New York to Washington, DC and--what luck!--we had pair seats "upstairs" in our Greyhound "SceniCruiser," right behind the big front rank window, the best view of all. Our final destination: Quantico, Va., where my brother, then a staff sergeant in the Marines, was stationed with his family.

My brother was named Arthur, after my father, however he was known in the family