Lindberg
by milt montague
Memories are sometimes strange but not unwelcome or fearsome messengers from the past that visit me at odd hours of the day..... most often at first light.
For instance, this... read more
Pontiac
by milt montague
It was a beauteous spring day, in the month of May, 1961. On a very mild Sunday, as MIlt parked his venerable vehicle for the... read more
We were flying home after spending several enchanting days in San Jose, Costa Rica, a tiny republic just north of the Panama Canal and south of Mexico, where the climate is never hot... read more
Estoril Portugal
by milt montague
Milt awoke from sleep and looked around him. Next to him was the familiar sleeping form of his wife. Now he knew...... they were in their hotel room... read more
