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SUBJECT: HI BOB

Bob, you don't know me, my name is Ty.

I stumbled upon the St Marie site and pages by accident.

My Dad was stationed at Glasgow AFB in 66,67, and 68 as a B52 pilot with the 91st.

The pictures sure brought back some great memories of Montana. The times we used to fish at Ft Peck, the snow banks I trudged thru in the dark early mornings to deliver newspapers. I remember I used to have to put one paper inside each subscriber's glass outer front door. Oh! How many dogs tried to eat me, sticking their snouts thru the inner door mailslots???

I remember the countless hrs that my brother and I would spend in the Springtime and Summers, roaming the grassy plains, and hills, chasing cattle and collecting frogs. Catching dragonflies and watching the northern lights! And of course the mosquitos and flies. my Dad got us lost on a picnic one time amid a cloud of skeeters so thick we had to turn on the windshield wipers.!!

The picture of the base pond vividly brought back all the times we had nighttime skating parties , the hot chocolate , the bruises , sore ankles and blisters, bonfires and long johns, and blue skin from the dye in our Wrangler blue jeans bleeding. We had some pretty outrageous sledding and tobogganing too!!

I also liked the flight line pics, Dad was gone so often TDY for months on end usually to Guam, other times he was always making coastal practice runs during those cold War days, that would last 48hr and more. We met him at the flight line often and he would greet us with a big smile , flight suit all wrinkled and smelling of sweat and Wrigley's gum.

We only had 2 cable channels back then I think, one out of Salt Lake and one from Great Falls or Helena. The 3rd channel it seems, was the base info channel. It was but 4-5 clocks on the wall, with music to accompany the camera as it panned the clocks left to right and back. Time, Temp, Barometer, Wind etc. When the cable went out during storms , that's all we had to watch. The camera would go sooooo slow back and forth and back and forth, occasionnally getting stuck on one clock, till someone noticed it and got it corrected.

The best benefit of those long coastal practice missions, besides the security of the country, was that sometimes the crews would bring home trash cans of live lobsters from the east coast or giant 3-4 ft long boxes of frozen King crab legs from the Alaskan west. Dad would spend a rare Sunday afternoon relaxing ,sometimes, eating King Crab on saltines with mayo and lemon and watching Roller Derby from the Salt Lake feed.

I'm just shy of 50 now ,but remember it like it was yesterday.

Enjoy your little Eden. Good fishin', blue skies and great BBQ's to you .

Love and light to you all!, Thanks for the memories!

Ty