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Virginia provided nutritious and delicious meals for us. Whether it was after church on
                   Sundays, a birthday or Thanksgiving dinner, each person’s favorite dish was on the
                   table. All of the grandchildren loved her macaroni and cheese. Broccoli casserole, lima
                   beans, brown rice and white acre peas always accompanied the mouth-watering roast
                   beef and gravy. As the years went by, our daughter, Wendy, was invaluable in lending
                   a helping hand. Her large bowl of Chocolate delight satisfied those of us who were
                   chocoholics and Virginia’s pecan pies, topped with Reddi-whip, topped off after dinner
                   conversations better than any holiday football game

                   I  had  no  serious  medical  problems.  In  1967,  our  station  manager,  Jim  Lynagh,
                   suggested I see an allergist to determine the cause of my post-nasal drip. I visited Dr.
                   Melvin Newman who tested me for tree and plant pollens. A serum was prepared for
                   me to get 3 years of injections that would cause my body to build up my immunity to
                   various  early  spring  heavy  tree  pollens.  At  times  over  the  years,  I  still  had  to  use
                   Dristan, then Contac and finally Coricidin for relief from occasional allergic reactions
                   to the many days with high pollen counts.


                   CHAPTER 42 - Battle with Health
                   I  was  very  health-conscious  when  approaching  my  65th  birthday  in  1996.  While
                   Virginia and I were attending the AMS Weather Conference in Boston, I noticed that I
                   felt off balance while waiting for an elevator. My doctor checked me and made a note
                   of  it,  but  found  nothing  wrong.  The  next  year  we  went  to  Snowbird,  UT  for  a
                   conference in the mountains. I had no trouble jogging a mile or two in the high altitude,
                   but Virginia became breathless climbing the steps to our hotel.

                   I finally got to meet Katherine Graham, publisher of the Washington Post, when she
                   visited Channel 4. She always called WJXT her “lucky rabbit’s foot” because of its
                   outstanding success in investigative reporting and community involvement. Her father
                   was Eugene Meyer, a New York City financier who had purchased the Washington
                   Post at a bankruptcy sale. Her mother was of German descent, a bohemian intellectual.
                   Katherine sadly died in 2001 after suffering from a fall on a sidewalk while visiting Sun
                   Valley, Utah.




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