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Tom Garrett

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And then there was the time I almost killed my brother-in-law

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Three years spent in Pakistan, combined with four in the UK, have firmly convinced me that there is no such thing as “English.” There’s Britspeak and there’s American, and Bob’s your uncle!

Before you get too excited about something, it pays to go look at it – Part 2


Last week, my outfit shipped out to Iceland, where in 1952 many people were card-carrying Communists. In those days the Communist world was a mess as countries like Russia and North Korea ran like clocks with broken mainsprings, but wide-eyed dreamers outside the Iron Curtain world didn’t know that; they believed that everything inside was peachy keen. The result? Friction between Ameri­can troops and those who fell for Communist lies.

Before you get too excited about something, it pays to go look at it


People sometimes ask me why I am so dead set against Communism. The answer? In 1952 and 1953 I had a couple of run-ins with wannabe Commies who thought that Communism was great. The run-ins didn’t amount to much, but they taught me what “misinformed fanatic” means.

Some jobs are harder than they look, Part 2


Last week I told you the sad tale of a mother and her six young children who had to spend an entire month living in transient quarters while they each received two shots that had to be given two weeks apart.

Some jobs are harder than they look

You know a big problem with being young, Johnny? When we’re young we lack the experience to recognize that what looks like an easy job may turn out to be a lot harder. A great deal depends on an unpredictable human factor.

The greatest mistake of my life

A few weeks ago I ran across a news story about an Australian nurse who recorded the most common regrets expressed by people who were nearing the end of their lives. As I read the article I was not surprised to find that the greatest regret of my life was one of the top five.

It’s surprising how many cars we own in a lifetime, Part II

In 1957, two Air Force bases and two more stripes after I went back into the service, I spent 50 bucks for a mud-green 1950 Plymouth which quickly found its way to its natural home — the junkyard. Then came a solidly built Chrysler Saratoga two-door with a metallic green finish and a Red Ram V-8 that whizzed me over halfway across the country from Texas to New Jersey.

It’s surprising how many cars we own in a lifetime

It’s often said that America has a love affair with the automobile, and I have to tell you that I have no argument with that, none at all. How could I? I just did a count. I’ve owned 14 of the little puppies.

Learning by doing is not always the best way, Part 2

Last week I told you how Lolly and I had forded the fabled Indus River in my Jeep on our way to see an archaeological dig. We had climbed a low range of mountains, reached part of the road that curved around a mountain, with a drop of 50 feet on our left, and one of 2,000 feet on our right. Suddenly, just as we topped a low rise at 35 miles per hour, we came upon an old man strolling down the middle of the narrow road with a 7-foot-long lathi, or quarterstaff, stuck under his arms — and no way to get around him.

Learning by doing not always best method

We all learn by doing. In fact, many leading authorities believe it is the best way to learn. As someone who taught for quite a while, I would agree — with just one teeny, tiny caveat.

On rare occasion we are privileged to live a dream - Part 3

Last week I had finally given up all hope of seeing New Delhi in the few short hours I had during our overnight stay there, and had gone back to my room.

On rare occasion we are privileged to live a dream – Part 2

Last week I was just leaving Bangkok, Thailand, on the Navy C-121 Super Constellation, which in the 1950s through 1960s flew the Embassy Run along Southeast Asia once each week.

On rare occasion we are privileged to live a dream

I had always dreamt of seeing India, so my eyes stayed glued to the window as our aircraft touched down on the New Delhi runway on a hot Saturday afternoon of October 1959.

Some books really make you think, Part II

The books mentioned in the first part of this column were “Evader” by Jack Newton and “Home Run” by John Nichol and Tony Rennell. Both are tense, exciting books about allied airmen escaping via “lines” run by Dutch, Belgian and French civilians.

Some books really make you think

I’ve read some interesting books about wartime escape and evasion.

Every minute of 53-year marriage great

I recently read something that took me back a little.

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Sometimes it pays to stop and think before you laugh

There is nothing in this world a whole lot better than a good chuckle, is there Johnny?

How come nobody told me about this - II

Last week I mentioned how I walked up to a teacher’s desk with the geography book, showed her how South America and Africa fitted together, and was told, “No, they don’t, Thomas!”

How come nobody told me about all this stuff?

I’ve had a lot of pleasant surprises in my life. I can look across the room and see one of them sitting in her recliner sound asleep, and she is second to none.

Life inside a computer

If ever in my life I felt like I had stumbled into a time warp and come out on Alpha Centauri it was the day I found myself bumbling down a long, dim corridor walled on both sides by 8-foot-high banks of radio tubes.

How computers captured me

If you’ve been reading this column over the years you may have noticed a couple of things about me. One, I am 81 years old. Two, I’m fairly computer literate for an old fogey.

Sometimes all you can do is say thank you

It is 4:25 p.m. on the afternoon of 6 May 2013.

Never say that one person can’t make a difference - Part 2

I left off last week where Private First Class Dan Daly, United States Marine Corps, was awarded the Medal of Honor for his heroic part in fighting off thousands of Chinese soldiers who battled to enter the international enclave in Peking in 1900 and slaughter its residents, including thousands of Chinese Christians who had taken refuge there.

It is amazing how our attitude toward driving has changed, Part 2

If you missed last week’s column, it was about my very first drive in a car. At age 5, all by myself, in the rumble seat of Uncle Joe’s roadster, I was whisked away on a 32-mile trip from one end of Staten Island to the other — a trip that ended with two delicious hot dogs and two whole bottles of root beer.

It is amazing how our attitude toward driving has changed over the years

A few weeks back I mentioned a drive to Payson and back that I genuinely enjoyed. I got thinking about that afterward and could not help but be amazed at how much our attitude toward driving has changed since I was a boy.

Some people never learn

Earlier today I chanced on a reference to evil. A few phrases caught my eye: “Deliberate wrongdoing, hurting other people for no reason, committing senseless acts of violence ...”

What do we mean when we wish things were normal?

I’m sitting here “thinking on paper” — letting words flow from my head, through the keyboard, to the screen. I have a question. One I’ll bet you ask yourself once in a while.

A good day on the road made me think

I had an odd drive from Pine to Payson the day I wrote this. Odd because it was so easy compared to some drives. There I was, all alone as I left Pine.

Some of the cleverest comebacks ever

Writing about Winston Churchill last week reminded me of some things I’ve heard or read over the years.

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A man who always had the perfect reply

People, especially politicians, are always saying nasty things about each other.

A day that started an adventure in reading

One English summer afternoon in 1970, Lolly and I were on Broad Street in Oxford when we spotted a name we both knew well — Blackwell’s Book Store.

Businessman was one of the people who changed my life

My last Air Force unit was a 21-man field training detachment at RAF Upper-Heyford, England. Like all Air Force outfits, we met once a month for commander’s call.

Teacher was one of the people who changed my life

I have a confession, Johnny. I am not just me; I am a lot of people rolled up into one.

Children put down deep roots Part 2

Ah yes, children put down deep roots! For a time back when I was 11, I was ready to dig in, find my roots, climb in with them, and pull the sod over me.

Children put down very deep roots

There are times we try so hard to do the right thing for our kids that we end up getting it exactly wrong.

Everyone needs someone there

As you may or may not know, I do an online forum for the Roundup.

This is not the world I grew up in, Part 4

Last week we turned on a computer, opened a browsing program, went to the Google site, and clicked on Maps.

This is not the world I grew up in, Part 3

Last week we turned on a computer, opened a browsing program, went to Google, clicked on Maps, and told the machine to show us the Ponderosa Market. Let’s go on from there, OK? 

This is not the world I grew up in, Part II

Last week we talked about how much easier it has become to keep in touch with each other.

It’s not the world I grew up in

How many times have you heard someone say that the world has changed since he was born? How many times has a sad shake of a head gone with those words? Quite a few, I’ll bet.

Discovering generosity is contagious

For the past two weeks we’ve been talking about the first few days Lolly and I spent up here in Pine. As you know, if you have been reading the column, they were very special days.

First impressions are often the right ones, Part 2

Last week I left off on the second day after Lolly and I moved into our little place in Pine.

First impressions are often the right impressions

I suppose that all of us have been warned against letting first impressions influence us too much, but I’m inclined to agree with 19th century War British writer William Hazlitt who said that first impressions are often the truest. It certainly was a first impression that got my attention back in 1958, when I stopped in a Mesa restaurant on my way to Japan. The people there made me feel as welcome as I have ever felt anywhere. Later that day, when I stopped at a small place up in Kingman, it happened again. Two for two. I couldn’t help thinking that Arizona would be a good place to settle down. I was right.

We just can’t get enough of seven

I read a lot and it never fails to amaze me how often I come across the number seven. It seems to be everywhere.

Mind over matter; it was inevitable

I don’t remember whether or not I ever mentioned that I’ve had a couple of novels published.

An outstanding example of the ‘right person’

There are two theories of history. One is that leaders arise, creating the history of their time out of who they are.

The right person in the right place can make a vast difference

Last week we spoke of the Miracle of 1801, a moment in time when opposing points of view could have torn our newly founded nation apart.

In 1801 our new nation faced its greatest test

I make no bones about it — I love this land of ours. I am proud to be a part of it and what it stands for.

Depression kids kept eyes peeled for food

One day, one of the wisest men I have ever personally known was running a meeting when someone asked a question.

Happiness is all in how you view life

As I write this it is 1:32 in the afternoon on Thursday, Oct. 18, 2012, and it is a VERY good day.