Finally, school was out. It was mid-June, and I would be a big senior at Madera High when classes started again. It was time for summer fun. We dragged main (Yosemite Avenue) all day.
The monthly travelogue from the-ever itinerant Maderan, Leon Emo.
My gal and I have done a lot of meandering while searching for old west history.
After a restless night I peered out the window into the darkness of early morning, anxiously awaiting my ride.
While prostrate in my hospital bed earlier this year, barely able to move, many memories of places, people and adventures floated through the mind.
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.