2014

When I was driving into Tucson for the Second “last of the A-7” reunions last November, Jack Hartmann called me on my cell phone and said that Willy had been in the hospital and was now in rehab. He told me where the rehab place was and I was pretty close, so I told him […]

Only fighter pilots and their wives will understand this: a buddy is passed and I’m laughing. I can’t help laughing when I think of Willie Wilson and look at his picture. He wrote this story to be read at his memorial: “There once was a little fat boy. He grew up to be the world’s

 Thursday night before his memorial service on Friday. Thirty-two of we old coots rejoined at Macayo’s Mexican Restaurant In Tucson for a great buffet complete with margaritas and ice cold Corona, Modelo and Dos Equis draft cervezas. Cheap-assed fighter pilots came from near and far, following yonder star and bearing gifts of myrrh and frankincense, but no