During my younger days in the military I was on assignment to a part of the world that my family could not be with me. My family was staying with my parents on our 100-acre farm on Cane Branch.
A lady whose husband owned most of the land near our farm came to talk to my mom about her outhouse that had been turned over on Halloween night. She thought my baby brother had something to do with it.
My wife told me later that she had a hard time keeping a straight face. My brother Roger was standing behind this lady, and he held up one finger and moved it very slowly as if it only took one finger to turn it over.
Roger would later serve as a paratrooper, training at Fort Bragg, N.C., with my good friend, Pam Walker’s dad, Luther Junior Potter. They would later jump into Korea together during the war.
Pam, who works at The Mountain Eagle, is my good friend.
My baby brother Roger was later killed at 36 years old by a drunk. I went to his funeral at Payne Gap, and met his 11-year-old daughter, Kozetta, for the first time. We have talked on the phone every day since that day.
Pam’s dad has a bridge named after him in Jackhorn, from his service in Viet Nam.
(Contributing writer Everett Vanover lives in Fairfield, Calif.) Newsday Crossword