A00345 - The Eternal Essence of Quincy Jones
In the Spring of 1963, I had some of my happiest times as a youth. My Dad was stationed on the remote air force outpost of Glasgow Air Force Base in Glasgow, Montana. The previous Fall of 1962 had led to some tense times on the base associated with being on a Strategic Air Command Air Force Base with a large number of B-52 bombers during the Cuban Missile Crisis. I was in the fourth grade then and the entire school (the North Star Elementary School) took seriously the Duck and Cover drills that we practiced in preparation for a potential nuclear strike against us. (Do not laugh, back then I had no idea that such drills would not have saved us from a nuclear strike. Such knowledge would not come until a decade later.) But after the Crisis had passed, the Winter came, and I experienced, for the first time, six-foot snow drifts and temperatures at 38 below zero. How refreshing! By the time Spring finally came, we were all looking forward to being able to come out of the house an