Hello again. I have decided I’ve had enough of a break for now, and besides, I have a blog that is anxious to be posted. So, I have placed myself at the computer once again.


Not that I have been away from the computer….the Somerset Ridge Painters are doing a cookbook (artists are almost always fabulous and very imaginative cooks!). I volunteered to do the typing. My typing teacher at Wyandotte High School must be rolling over in his grave! I was never able to pass the 20 word a minute test….sad, but true.

So, back to blogging…..

Today, October 25th , Col. Arch Tucker would have celebrated his 86th Birthday. At one point in my life, I would have considered that really old…..Today, not so much. After all, age is all about how you feel; your outlook on life. Arch had a special way of looking at his life. I truly think he thought of himself as a 22 year old fighter pilot for most of his adult life, and he had the personality and, shall we say the “zest for life” to pull it off. He always had that wonderful robust laugh; a laugh that could make everyone in the ballroom stop and turn his direction. Yes, it was loud, but most important, it came all the way from his toes! When Arch laughed, everyone laughed.

The Colonel was at his finest when he was telling one of his many Air Force stories. Arch was in 3 wars, but could always find a fun way to tell you about it. I suspect most Fighter Pilots are the same. I have met hundreds….I’ve listened to them tell their stories….they are all great story tellers (and I suspect they are all great story embellishers).



Arch and his F-86

 So, Happy Birthday, Arch! I will open a bottle of Flyboy Red and remember all of the wonderful times with you.