MIRACLE AT CHARLOTTESVILLE
CHAPTER 3
One morning around mid-April 1966, numerous members of our class were standing about on the porch of our classroom building before classes started that day. I was standing near the end of the porch, generally facing the nearby street. A naval classmate – Steve – was standing nearby, but facing away from the street. Now, I’m not sure I even knew Steve’s name at that time. I knew he was in my class, but cannot recall even having spoken with him prior to that morning.