Kelly left Evansville in late February 1987 for San Antonio. He joined the United State Air Force as a way to give the two of us a better start in life together than Evansville could offer. I joined him in May.
Texas . . .It was the first time we’d been anywhere (longer than a week) without a family support system. We stretched our wings, explored our city, and learned how to take care of a myriad of normal tasks.
Texas . . .We found our favorite places were run by locals. We found our favorite neighbors spoke a mix of Spanish and English. We experienced life in a community of diversity unlike anything we had previously known.
Texas . . . Kelly walked 2 miles in the September heat from our apartment to see Pope John Paul II. Our dates consisted of finding out of the way Missions (Catholic churches from the late 1700’s and early 1800s), then hitting up our favorite local eatery, and taking walks in the scrub behind our apartment complex.
These are the biggest impressions that remain from Texas. Mostly it was about daily life interspersed with adventures and learning more about those who lived around us. It was a taste of something we couldn’t identify at the time, but followed us to our next base.
In late November 1987, we packed our Mitsubishi hatchback (it was a tiny little car) and headed north through Texas . . . destination Dayton, Ohio.