Checker Memories
IT WAS A CRISP, EXTREMELY BRIGHT, perfect late summer day on September 10, 1965. As I drove my 1963 Checker Marathon through the gates of Westover Air Force Base in Chicopee Falls, Massachusetts, that early afternoon, I realized that I was leaving a major part of my life behind and a new, unknown, and exciting chapter of my life was about to begin.
I was 22 and single, and had just spent almost three years as a clerk in the Commercial
