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Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. It’s a time of family and food and celebration and the hot summer weather is finally over and it’s replaced by the beautiful fall colors and the cooler weather. It was late summer 1976 and I was going … Continue reading →

When I was in the Central Highlands of Vietnam my tent was right next to Graves Registration (GR) which is where the killed in action (KIA) were brought until they were ready to be sent to Saigon to be identified and then shipped back the States. Sometimes a truckload … Continue reading →

Coming Home from the War Phillip I. Elkins © 2006 Chapter Five: Coming Back Home Ain’t All Its Cracked Up To Be  (People have been asking me to read my stories again on my radio show, “LA Sounds” on KZFR.org … Continue reading →

I just got a phone call this morning from my buddy, Peter, who I grew up. He said, “Man, can you believe it’s been 50 years?” “No, I can’t believe it.” I answered. “Do you remember what you were doing?” Peter … Continue reading →

Coming Home from the War Phillip I. Elkins © 2006 Chapter Three: The Summer of Love (People have been asking me to read my stories again on my radio show, “LA Sounds” on KZFR which I may do some other … Continue reading →

“So, ah, you hear anything from Marissa?” I asked my mom anxiously and she and my dad picked me up and were driving me home from LAX. “Oh, yeah, she’s been calling everyday. Where’s Phil? When’s Phil coming home?” My mom answered also with … Continue reading →

I had just gotten back from a year in Vietnam and my uncle Monty picked up and at the airport in San Francisco and said, “You gotta see this.” He took me to Haight Ashbury, the zenith of the hippie … Continue reading →

I remember driving my 50 Chevy on my way to pick up my girlfriend early one morning to get us to Wilson High School without being tardy when The Beatles song, “From Me to You” came on the radio and I felt this … Continue reading →

I  grew up in LA where all the traffic and hustle and bustle and gray skies seemed normal to me. When I heard the term, “blue skies” I didn’t know what that meant until I was 11 years old and my mom … Continue reading →

Parents usually try to teach their children to treat each other fairly and that’s a good thing but I was the youngest of four children, all boys. One of the first things I had to learn was that there were … Continue reading →