SUMMER RE-RUN: Since I didn’t finish any of my drafts this week, here is an old post from July of last year. It had only one comment and no likes.
It must have been about 1966 when John Glenn and I rode up together – just the two of us. We never exchanged a word. He just gave me that gentlemanly smile as we boarded and the doors closed for the ascent.
Ok…I rode up in an elevator with John Glenn. His wife, Annie, was a patient in the Methodist Hospital in Houston, Texas for surgery and my mother was there for surgery also. I thought I recognized him, but I was too shy to ask, “Are you John Glenn?” I don’t remember who got off first, but the next day I read in the paper that his wife was in the Methodist Hospital and knew that indeed I had ridden up with John Glenn.
My memories of him go back to February 20, 1962 when as high school students we were all called to the gym to hear over the loud-speaker via the radio (yes…
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