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Cranmer in Clifton, New Jersey. He had a Dumont television in his apartment, and in
               the evening we walked  by the storefronts in town where people  gathered to watch
               wrestling matches.  I later learned  that  my  uncle  married  Eleanor  Klazen,  who  had
               worked for Dumont around that time. On August 29, 1952, I graduated in second place
               from the top of my class of ninety students. I learned that I was assigned to the 7th
               Weather  Group  under  the  Alaskan  Air  Command  at  Elmendorf  Air  Force  Base  in
               Anchorage, Alaska.


               CHAPTER 15 - Briefly Home, then Westward Ho!
               My brother, Richard, was home on leave in Jacksonville, so I decided to spend a few
               days there with him before checking out at Stillwater. I hitchhiked to Tinker Field in
               Oklahoma City to catch a “hop” on a MATS, Military Air Transport Command) plane.
               Tinker Field had become recognized for the work of two forecasters, Lt. Col Ernest J.
               Fawbush and Colonel Robert C. Miller, who were pioneers in the technique of tornado
               forecasting. I finally caught a flight to Smyrna Air Force Base, outside of Nashville,
               Tennessee. I spent a chilly night in the wooden, unheated Operations Building wearing
               nothing but my summer khakis. All I could do was cover myself with newspapers and
               shiver, waiting for the sun to come up.

               Finally, as the warm orange sunlight illuminated the base, I walked through the gates to
               US Highway 41, hoisted my right thumb and hitchhiked to Chattanooga and Atlanta,
               and after a visit to a gas station for a Coke and a package of Lance Peanut Butter
               Crackers  resumed  hitchhiking  to  Waycross  and  Jacksonville.  Richard  and  I  went
               downtown to visit my former workplace, the St. Johns Theater. We talked with the
               manager on duty and a few employees that we had known. I also contacted a former
               usher with me who had joined the Marines. His name was Woo Fang Yee, and he told
               me that he had spent a year in Korea. He said he was in North Korea when the Red
               Chinese soldiers swarmed across the Yalu River, catching the U.S. troops by surprise.
               He managed to find places to hide and make his way back to the remainder of his unit
               that had retreated into South Korea.









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