Goodfellow Air Force Base 1963
Goodfellow Air Force Base in San Angelo, Texas, is where the US Air Force
sent airmen after
language school to receive training in intelligence gathering
and reporting for the
USAF Security Service.
San Angelo, Texas, was a wonderful geographic location to place the
orientation center. I spent several months there learning the mechanics of voice
intercept processing to include radios, tape recorders, typewriters, and
procedures. The intelligence training was precise and harsh.
One orientation took place behind closed doors guarded by people with guns.
Secret information was transmitted. Probably bogus stuff you could find in Time
magazine of the day. Then we were turned loose. Anyone foolish enough to start
taking about secret stuff was kicked out. That did happen. I do recall being
surprised that a kid like me from the Midwest who had as work experience only worked
on farms while going to high school could have moved into such an
One skill we did have to master at Goodfellow was typing. The class was pitiful because
the keyboard keys had no letters on them. They were blank! And they were black.
To pass the exit examination, I resorted to a yellow china marker which I used
to mark letters on keys which I could not seem to learn. Once I did that, I was
out of there. Eventually I managed to translate and type at 100 words per minute
which included symbols, abbreviations, and numbers.
There was a gang of four of us Air Force guys who would hang. We got in John
Likerics' Mercury and head out for parts unknown. I did shoot quite a few jack
rabbits in those days. I had a 22 rifle. Farmers put out the word that anyone
could hunt on their land if dead jackrabbits would be the result. We complied.
The others were Phil Alman and Miles Baker. The old gang.
Kaiser. While there I traveled around in my 1951 Kaiser which I bought there for
$160. It was my first car. A bunch of the guys piled in one weekend and we went
to Carlsbad Caverns. The drive was really beautiful. I remember we stopped at
several watering troughs to jump in for a swim. We slept out under the stars and
cooked on a campfire. I don't remember McDonalds in those days. Here are some
photographs of that trip.
I sold the car to my brother when I went overseas in 1963. He drove it for a
while before he got a 1957 Ford convertible. When I got back to the states, he
sold me the convertible.
We did get foot long hot dogs in San Angelo fairly regularly. That I
remember. The good old days.
Here is an article which was published in the USAF Magazine in 1964:
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