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Wartime
In 1943, George (Bud) Emmons, Clifford (Buster) Airey, and I, close friends in high school,
found ourselves together on Treasure Island in San Francisco Bay waiting for a ship.
We were eager to get to sea, the wait seemed forever, but the city was only a short trip
away on the Bay Bridge. We were there three or four months,long enough to form attachments,
long enough to fall in love with San Francisco.
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On shore patrol
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Postwar
We returned home but we were restless; the GI Bill had opened opportunities for college.
After a few months in New Jersey at our old jobs Buster and I headed west for Oregon,
then San Francisco, then to Los Angeles where we thought our chances for college entry
were greatest. Bud joined us there. Our plans were vague but they worked out well.
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