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| I was born in Wilmington, Delaware in 1946. Like most of us from that era we were from very humble beginnings. At left at home in Iron Hill, Delaware just outside of Newark. We then moved to Fair Hill, Maryland when I was about 6 and I finally graduated from Elkton High School in 1964, barely having enough credits to graduate. |
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| Baseball had always been my love and to this date I'm still its number one fan. I played shortstop during little league, here for the Chiefs and then decided baseball wasn't for me when I saw my first curve ball in the Babe Ruth leagues. |
| My dad worked at the Chrysler Plant in Newark, my mom did odd jobs, making "Katie's Subs" out of our house. Life was pretty simple. Pretty great. |
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| The reason I almost didn't graduate is to the left. Not my boyhood best friend Dee Clay, but the Fender Stratocaster in my hands. We became quite good and played in a popular local band called "The Sabres". We had the "sharpest sound around", so said our business cards. I missed many a day at school having been out late playing a gig. Dee later toured with The Box Tops from "The Letter" fame and played music all his life. I sold the Fender guitar when I went in the Army. Today it would be worth about $25,000. Ouch! The year here is around 1962. |
| Of course, after high school the band broke up and I played with a few bands here and there. Even worked at McDonalds. That, in itself, probably gave me the incentive to join the Army. I joined in February of 1966. Went to basic training at Ft. Jackson, SC; the MP Academy at Ft. Gordon, GA; and Counter-Guerilla Warfare School at Ft. Benning GA. Next stop, Vietnam. Vietnam would take up the next four years of my life and I would return stateside to Bellingham, Washington in July of 1970. |
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| Of course I grew my sideburns and a fu-manchu and picked up a guitar again. Contrary to my look, never smoked dope or did drugs and went to Shoreline Community College in Seattle. I moved to San Diego around 1973 or so. I got back into baseball, but never |
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| music. I played a lot of fast pitch softball in El Cajon, CA and as you can see still couldn't hit the curveball. |
| Disco came and went. I never did the disco, but did have a baby blue leisure suit. I actually wore it. I'm glad disco is dead. |
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| I worked as an auditor for ten years in San Diego then was the Security Manager for the Navy Exchange at NAS Miramar. To the left my best friend of almost 30 years Mick Hurst, batting, and I try to prove we can still play baseball. We couldn't. Mick a Deacon for the Lutheran Church would later baptize me. Went down to Puerto Rico to work for a year and returned to San Diego where I worked for the School Police Department. I went to the Police Academy at night at age 44 while I worked. During this time I met the greatest gift of my life, Carmen Fregoso Martinez from Mexicali, Mexico. Carmen and I in Baltimore, Maryland in 1995. Of course, went to Camden Yards and watched the Orioles play. |
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| Now living in the desert in Imperial, CA near the Mexico border. I have been a Brawley Police Officer, me on the left, since 1991. Retiring a Corporal in December of 2002. Taking computer classes I hope to teach basic computer skills for something to keep me busy. Too old for another go at baseball. |
| Of course there's more, but this is enough. I had always wanted to do a tribute to the guys I served with and started the site in March of 2002. I've enjoyed doing it and getting all the emails that I do. I'm a patriot and have the greatest respect for all who served and those who serve today. Hoo-ahhh! |
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| Carmen and me, Dec. 6th, 2002, Las Vegas, Nevada. |
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| 1953 destined to be a lawman. San Diego City School Police, 1991. |
| Thanks to the Lord above for bringing this woman to me. The greatest person on the face of this earth. |
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| Where I live now Near where I grew up |