While prostrate in my hospital bed earlier this year, barely able to move, many memories of places, people and adventures floated through the mind.
The monthly travelogue from the-ever itinerant Maderan, Leon Emo.
A few years back we meandered back to my old and last U.S. Army stomping ground at Fort Hood, Texas.
This is the second of a two-part series by Tribune columnist Leon Emo on his 23-day stay in the hospital in December. He will resume his Wednesday and Friday “Musings” as soon as he is able.
Editor’s note: When he was able, I asked Tribune columnist Leon Emo to recount his nearly month-long experiences in the hospital. This is the first of a two-part series by Leon.
In my reminiscing about the 1960s, I have dwelled and probably bored you by meanderings into the canyons of my mind back in those smoke-filled days.
I missed the mules.
I remember starting out as a kid. We lived on the southeast corner of Dellavalle Avenue and Rush Street.