IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTERALL
by Brian Goodwin
I was born at Maxwell AFB Hospital in Montgomery, Alabama on 21 Nov 1958. My dad was on TDY from Westover AFB in Massachusetts and he had to report back on 1 Jan 1959. When I was 3 1/2 weeks old, we went to Houston, Texas for Christmas. When we got back to my parents' place in Massachusetts, I was just under 1 1/2 months old and had been in 21 states. Travel has been in my blood ever since.
My dad was a pilot at the time, flying the B-36 in Korea and B-52s after that back and forth to Sicily during the cold war from McCoy AFB in Orlando, Florida. Eventually transferred to Norton AFB in California, my dad had rented a house when we moved there and ended up buying it four years later from the man who rented it to him.
When the appraiser came out and was walking around the house making notes and asking questions, my dad asked him what he did before he was an appraiser. He said he had retired from the Air Force. Something had sparked my dad's attention. My dad asked him if he had been an air traffic controller at Maxwell AFB in the late 50s. This man dropped his jaw, and almost his clip board, and said yes, he had. My dad had never met him, but recognized his voice as that air traffic controller 16 years later!
We were actually going to school with the appraiser's kids during high school and they only lived about 3 miles away from us!
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