I was raised on the post WW2 western Pacific island of Guam from 1952 to 1963. It was a paradise of extremes, from the glorious treasures of the ocean, to giant coconut crabs and the lavish fiestas where all races were welcome. In contrast, hidden bombs and hand grenades were still being tripped over and killing people years after the war. However, it was the typhoons that devastated Guam five times that caused us to return to America. Following three transformative years in Long Beach… more