OUR TRIP TO FORT KNOX
I remember this trip well. My dad was very spontaneous. Late one Friday night in the late 1950's after he got home from working at the drugstore he told everybody to get dressed.. We were going to take a trip. My brother Mark and myself were already dressed for bed but no matter the five of us, my parents, Donna Mark and myself excitedly got dressed and piled into our car.. We didn't know where we were going but there was a sense of adventure in the air. Things really ramped up when we drove over to East Nashville and picked up my sister Faye who was living with her mother across from East High. I didn't know that our destination was Fort Knox Kentucky. My sister Carolyn lived there on post with her husband John. These years were some of the happiest of my childhood but in retrospect it was the calm before the storm.
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