Maggi comes into the picture….

1971, Naha AFB, Okinawa… base housing… summer… my last year of high school fast approaching… I am leaving the house and dad makes a statement and I comment… uh, just a FYI, he didn’t like my comment… how do I know that…

Wellllllll it goes like this, open mouth, get hit upside said mouth, pick self up off floor 10 feet later, now you get it…

The marines, good friends, waiting for me at bowling alley, see my knees and face and are ready to kick some ass… I sent them on their way…

A few nights later at the snack bar in the PX… juke box playing in the background and one of the guys is telling me I need a different name… something other than Margie… and Rod Stewart belted out Maggi May… and the rest as you say is history…. oh that is a Maggi with NO “E”…

I thought maybe a new approach to the diary thing… tell it from Maggi’s point of view…

Maggi came on the scene after the final blow to Margie’s head… the blow that took so much of her childhood…

The only people on this earth that call me Margie, my birth family and they don’t talk to me at all, now that I remember… lol…

So much turmoil, hiring realtors, figuring out our next move and the smartest and most economical way to do it… I figure, maybe if I look at the memories as a 2nd person type of thing and see if I can’t get some memories to come forward during all this turmoil that will go on for the next 12 months… 

Margie is going to sit back and critique Maggi’s memories… maybe between the two, I will get some good aha moments… if not… I’ll address that when it happens…

This may or may not work, we’ll have to see what I write… looking at things from a different perspective never hurts…

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I Remember… Margie… before she became Maggi….

Sgt. USAF DAV