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All three girls with Gramma Woodier, taken in Biloxi MS in Jan 1984.  Carrie was about 5 1/2, Brandy was almost 10, and Denise was about 12 1/2

When I got back from Vietnam (though still in the Marines) in Jun 68, I bought this 1962 Corvette with the combat and jump pay I saved while in Vietnam.  This picture, taken in late Sep 68, is of Hil and the Vette.  Hil and I were just dating at the time and I was trying to teach her how to drive a manual trans Corvette.
 

This is a picture of my 1965 Corvette, parked in front of my parents house on the afternoon of 4 Jul 69.  Yes, there is a story behind the rubber chicken on the radio antenna.  I belonged to a Corvette Club at the time and we were invited to participate in a local 4th of July parade.  Everyone in the club got one of these rubber chickens and put it somewhere on their Corvette.  This picture was taken after returning from the parade.  The pic below was taken in my parents front yard while I was detailing the car in preparation for the parade.  The rage of the time, a reverberation unit, was used to provide an echo through a rear speaker, can be seen hanging below the glove box door.  It was definitely not stock and, when I installed it, I was careful to do so without adding any extra holes or disfiguring the car in any way.

Here's another picture of the 65 Vette.  This picture was taken on a rainy early spring day in 1969, shortly after I bought it.  I got it from a guy who worked at one of the largest Chevrolet dealers in Chicago.  He was the head of the Corvette team and the car was just about perfect when I got it.  It had put basic tires on standard Corvette wheels/covers.  In late summer I was able to get the original aluminum knock-off wheels from him but, by then I'd bought a set of Mag wheels and never put them on. 
 

Hard to see but this is a picture of me getting on the wrong side of a bull during the running of the bulls on the island of Terceria in the Azores chain back in Sep of 1983.  It's all a long story but a group from our squadron was on the way from the US to Aviano AB Italy for a deployment.  We got in late in the evening and had about a 24hr layover. 

When we got up in the morning. a group of us decided to go to "George-the-Crook's" bar for some food and Portuguese wine.  He mentioned they were running the bulls in the town of Puerto Martine and we all went to see it.  I had walked a ways down the road from the rest of my buddies and, as I was walking back, the crowd suddenly parted and this huge bull hit me dead on and ran me into a rock wall.
 

This one was taken about a second or two later.  The bull has flipped me over it's head but I still have hold of one of it's horns (the other broke off when he rammed himself and me into the brick wall).  After this picture was taken I fell to the pavement and the bull reared up and kicked me in the hip.  Even now, all these years later, I still have a tender spot on my hip at the point where the bull's hoof hit my hip. 
 

This is a picture of Hil and I taken about 1986 when we were stationed in Hawaii.  Our time in Hawaii was probably the best "family" time during our entire military career.  The kids were still relatively little, both Hil and I had relatively stable work hours, I was not being deployed very much, and the weather was almost always great, allowing us to have a lot of time together doing family things.