The cold, light drizzle, like a heavy mist, envelops the van as it pulls from the curb outside the Banco di Roma below our apartment building. In the rear window, we can see the seven blond heads bobbing in their seats as the scuolabus carries them off for another day at the American school, 33 km north of town. I turn to Carol, and give her a hug and a kiss. Continue reading
Right after Christmas 1985, I kissed my wife and son goodbye, and flew to Naples, Italy, for my second NATO tour. Carol stayed behind to sell the house, while Daniel finished the school year. Continue reading
This week The Freewheeling Freelancer continues his ride along the great rivers of Europe with a trip through the fabled Vienna Woods. Come on over!
Next week, another sea story from my Navy days, if I don’t write a new short story before that. Enjoy!
This week The Freewheeling Freelancer resumes his ride along the great rivers of Europe with a detour away from the Danube through Lower Austria and the famous town of Eisenstadt. Come on over!
Next week, another short story from Joe Lockhart’s childhood. Enjoy!
This week The Freewheeling Freelancer concludes his ride across Southwestern Virginia on US-58. Come on over!
Next week, another sea story from my Navy days — if I don’t write another short story. Come back to find out!