Logbook entry: transition from Rex's hospital room in frozen, snow-buried Salt Lake City to warm, rain-drenched Anchorage

This time I came back for my brother, Rex J. Hess, Jr. who, on my second morning here, had closed his eyes to go into his third open-heart surgery knowing full well that he might never open

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I snapped hundreds of images today but did not take a single photo; I google for contact information and find an obituary instead

 

How many hundred times did I push the shutter button on my camera today? Yet, I took no photos. Or did I? As I no longer have a good, working, film scanner, I spent the entire day photographing negatives and slides of images I had originally shot on film in the pre-digital era. I have a little project in the works which, if all goes well, readers will know about soon enough. The final product will probably have 10 to 12 images in it, spread out from my teenage years to last week.

In my search for image candidates, I came across this one of John Rainer, choir director, traveling with his BYU Indian student choir to perform at an Indian school in Utah. I could not remember what school. I googled his name in the hope I might call and somehow prod his memory and find out. Instead I found his obituary. He died June 14 of last year.

Such is life - more and more, all the time.

Now... how do I find out what school this choir was headed to?

It was 1972 - fall. Do you know by any chance?

If I can't find the answer, I guess I will live.

For awhile.

On Veteran's Day, I meet a 22-year member of the Air Force at Abby's; I remember another Air Force Veteran, five years gone

On this Veteran's day evening, I stopped in at Abby's Home Cooking and had a

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