You may wonder how a boy who grows up in Wisconsin ends up in Tucson,Arizona. It’s one of those “what happened to me on the way to the post office” stories.
At eighteen years old, he tugged on the big brass door of the post office only to realize he had arrived before that door was scheduled to open. With time on his hands, Marc looked around. The Air Force recruiting station, open and ready for business, beckoned to him.“Why not?” he said to himself, almost out loud. Still hauling the package he’d crossed the Mississippi River to mail, Marc headed over to see what the recruiter had to say. He already knew he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life under a cow, smelling like manure, so when the recruiter painted a picture that matched his dream—to leave the farm forever and see the world for free, he said, “DUDE!” Seven days later he picked up his uniform and got his hair buzzed at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas.
His military tour included this city that lies at the foot of the Catalina Mountains. With his Air Force days finished, he, his wife of 37 years, along with their son and daughter made their home in Tucson. He became a citizen soldier attached to the Arizona National Guard where he served our country, recently in Jordan and Iraq, until his retirement in April 2009.