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was only a couple of degrees above zero. They had just turned the water hose on the
               tennis courts to freeze into a skating rink.

               My leaving Anchorage was delayed several weeks, so I had a chance to visit my friends
               at Faith Baptist Church. I had a very nice dinner that included moose. It was the first
               time I had eaten any, and it was very tasty. It was a nice reminder of Alaska for me. I
               finally flew out of Alaska at the end of November and landed at Parks Air Force Base,
               which was 28 miles east of Oakland, California.

               I had to wait there for over two weeks to be processed for discharge because of the large
               number of airmen being released from duty. I was being discharged from the Air Force
               three months early because servicemen with less than six months on their enlistment
               would not be assigned to a new base. I finally received my Honorable Discharge on
               December 16, 1953.

               I bought Greyhound bus ticket for Jacksonville and spent the next 7 days across parts of
               8 states. There were frequent stops for meals and for changing passengers. At least, I
               didn’t have to hitchhike, and I learned to sleep while leaning back in the bus seats


               CHAPTER 21 - Back to Civilian Life
               As a U.S. military veteran, I easily made the transition back to the civilian world. In
               fact, I was much better  prepared than  I was  from growing up with my  family  and
               graduating from high school. The government informed me of my veteran rights and
               benefits, such as the GI Bill, and most importantly how to obtain civilian employment.
               The  State  of  Florida  Employment  Office  on  Bay  Street  in  Jacksonville  made  my
               education and military training available to prospective employers.

               I  lived  with  my  mother,  now  a  widow,  in  an  apartment  on  Dellwood  Avenue  in
               Riverside. The house was owned by Sam and Louise Mathews. Mr. Mathews was a
               retired railroad man who greatly assisted mother when I wasn’t around. She worked as
               a cashier at the Arcade Theater on West Forsyth Street.

               Working in the box office which faced the sidewalk, she became acquainted with many
               pedestrians. She enjoyed the work because she always loved people. The salary very
               low and I wasn’t sure that it was a good long-term occupation.
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