Since my accident a few months ago, I live at the Vaca Valley Living facility, a Memory Care Community. This place is nicer than Travis Air Force Base in California where I retired after what seems like a lifetime in the Air Force
I walk with a walker now. I could walk without it a little, but I walk anywhere and everywhere with the walker. If I fall again I may be in a lot of trouble.
Some of us, like me, work with the activities director. With all the sports I was into during my lifetime all over the world, I’m great in this job. We play games like Bingo, basketball shots at the basket, horseshoes — anything to keep us active.
(I was not a bad player at Burdine and Jenkins. No one could beat me in a foot race.)
I met a pretty lady, Jackie, whose late father was in the Air Force with me here at Travis Air Force Base. She is also assigned to this community living space.
On one large wall in our eating area is a large sign thanking our members of the armed forces for their service.
At the top of the wall — you know I would be at the top of the list — is a large photo of myself with all of the things I have done in my lifetime.
When people visit they want to see the name on the wall from the old Kentucky boy and all my assignments.
It’s nice when they ask about me.
I want to thank my hometown of Jenkins, and the people who write to me. After all the places I’ve been and the jobs I have had all over the world, you still think of this old hillbilly, born on Main Street, Jenkins.
(Contributing writer Everett Vanover lives in California.)