AND HE'S OFF
Love Field, Dallas, Texas - August 1971
And I'm rolling down the runway. California, here I come! Once I landed at LAX Airport, I had a three-hour wait for the next bus up the coast so I amused myself by plunking quarters in one of the pay TVs mounted onto chairs. While thus engrossed, a smarmy shyster came up and tried to sell me a "diamond" ring, even going so far as to prove it was a diamond by scatching it right across the plexiglass covering the screen of my TV. I told him he was a total idiot and he'd better get the hell away from me immediately, which he did. Just because I was a guy in uniform didn't mean I was an easy mark. At last the bus arrived, and on it's way to Pt Mugu, it stopped at what seemed like every street corner between LA and the base, taking yet another three hours or more to cover what could have been traveled in an hour. I arrived at Pt Mugu around midnight tired, frustrated, and very sleepy, but glad to finally be there.