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26<br />
The Way of the Explorer<br />
pulled wooden clogs over my shoes, then climbed inside the cooling cavern<br />
for but a few seconds to huck out hot chunks of slag from its black stomach.<br />
After our midnight shift we headed back to the fraternity house to<br />
get some rest, and then moved on to class. So that I wouldn’t have to do<br />
this for very long, I accelerated my undergraduate studies and finished in<br />
three and a half years. As soon as I did so, I married Louise and moved<br />
back to the ranch in New Mexico, which had by then grown by two farms<br />
and two farm machinery dealerships.<br />
These were challenging times for a young man. The conflict on the<br />
Korean Peninsula was heating up, and it was made clear that you could<br />
either enlist or be drafted. Although military life was not in my career<br />
plans, it was unavoidable at the time. I wanted to fly, and as a married man<br />
the only way to do so was with the Navy, so I enlisted. Consequently, Louise<br />
joined me in San Diego during my final days of boot camp, and then we<br />
found ourselves again heading east; our destination was the Officer Candidate<br />
School in Newport, Rhode Island. We stopped and visited both sets of<br />
parents along the way, and when we arrived in Newport on Christmas<br />
Eve, 1952, with wonderful gifts from our families still unopened, we had<br />
but 25 cents in nickels and dimes in our pockets. With it, we bought and<br />
shared a hot dog and a cup of coffee, and then drove directly to the OCS<br />
headquarters where I could collect my first paycheck. That’s how it was<br />
for us in the beginning: austere and simple, but infinitely hopeful. In spite<br />
of present hardship, the future spread itself out before us in a succession<br />
of pleasant vistas.<br />
Not long after our arrival, Louise took a job as an instructor seamstress<br />
for Singer, and soon discovered she was pregnant. She did her best<br />
not to show, as in those days it wasn’t uncommon for a woman to lose her<br />
job when expecting. But together we survived the 16 weeks of my training<br />
and her work, and were off yet again to another part of the country where<br />
neither of us had ever been—this time Pensacola, Florida. But now I was an<br />
officer and a gentleman with a bit more green in my pocket to support our<br />
family.<br />
We drove through the May heat of the South with Louise pregnant<br />
and all our belongings piled in the back seat. The day of our arrival we<br />
learned to show up at the pressroom of the local newspaper at dawn,<br />
where we could rifle through the classifieds for an apartment to rent. This<br />
was a training base in wartime, with hundreds of young couples not unlike<br />
ourselves searching for some sort of home. But within a few days we did<br />
find a modest place. A few months later, in the deepest heat of that unrelenting<br />
southern August, a daughter was born to us. We named her Karlyn<br />
Louise. Suddenly we were no longer just a couple, but a family. This was<br />
about the time that Louise found her life gradually growing emotionally