This past October I revisited Virginia Tech. My wife and I enjoyed a gorgeous autumn weekend hiking and dining with our oldest son, a soon to be engineering graduate. Accommodations were at a premium because it was a football weekend, so through the generosity of friends we stayed at a cabin in nearby Pembroke, Virginia.
Bill and Alice’s property sits on a rocky bluff overlooking a bend in the bucolic New River. Railroad tracks run along the river’s edge and throughout the evening the whistle of West Virginia coal trains evoked memories of Hickam’s rich narratives. Sunday morning I hiked down to the tracks, and the early morning mist created such a sense of timelessness I felt as if Hickam’s adolescent band of BCMA rocketeers would emerge through the trees. Though separated by generations, Hickam had set the stage for my own coming of age, and now my son’s in this majestic setting. It is a blissful moment.
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