Archive for the 'Gaston Dilmoore' Category

In 1923, Kilimanjaro was the object.

December 16, 2006

In 1923, Kilimanjaro was the object. I had seven pairs of pants and my colleague, Major Sir Denton Cook, had three. Egad! Boots laced, tin cups fastened, we stood at base camp preparing to ascend the craggy beast. Read the rest of this entry »

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Gaston Dilmoore: I Can’t Spell Bisqits

April 14, 2006

In 1923, Kilimanjaro was the object. I had seven pairs of pants and my colleague, Major Sir Denton Cook, had three. Egad! Boots laced, tin cups fastened, we stood at base camp preparing to ascend the craggy beast. Read the rest of this entry »

Gaston Dilmoore: An Open Letter to Everyone Named Steve

April 14, 2006

Dear Steve,

By now you've received the packages, and I can say with confidence that you'll be tickled when you pry open the blue can. It's got mints. Further, I wish to thank you, Steve, on behalf of the expedition for all your warm-hearted letters of well wishing. It's people like you, Steve, that make this business of charting the crags of southeastern Vermont all the more enjoyable. Read the rest of this entry »

Gaston Dilmoore: Tuscany and the Roman Gold

April 14, 2006

Grand. That is the only word to describe it. One year in Tunisia, I had occasion to share a foxhole with one Neville Newberg. We fought side by side for 12 days as those dastardly Italians came, wave after wave, with their absurd plumage flailing about in the smoky air. At one point, Neville was shot clean through the shoulder, causing him to shout, "Egad! Bit hot isn't it?" Read the rest of this entry »