Robert E. Bonney:
CLASS OF 1970

Leavitt Area High SchoolClass of 1970
Turner, ME
Chaparral CollegeClass of 2002
Tucson, AZ
Arizona Institute of Business & TechnologyClass of 1998
Tucson, AZ
Greene Central Elementary SchoolClass of 1966
Greene, ME
Hebron Elementary SchoolClass of 1959
Hebron, ME
Robert E.'s Story
Life
My name is Robert Bonney but I prefer to use or be called Bob. I live in Coos Bay, Oregon which is on the southern Oregon coast. I am recently widowed (Dec 2020). I am originally from Maine, born in Skowhegan, and lived in Hebron and Greene. I graduated from Greene Central Elementary in 1966 and graduated from Leavitt Area High in Turner in 1970. My older brother, Billy, died in Jan 1962 after being hit by a teen driver unfamiliar with the road; he was only 12 years old. My two younger sisters, Elinor and Sue, both attended Greene Elementary. I, most likely, am not remembered by a majority of my classmates because I tended to stay on the sidelines or in the background during much of my school years. For classmates that do remember me, I lived down the hill off of Route 202, west of what was known as Dagget Hill and just up the hill from the sawmill in Greene. After graduating from Leavitt, I joined the Air Force in Oct 1970. I have four grown children (3 girls and 1 boy), five or more grandchildren, and four or more great-grandchildren. Coos Bay is the ideal place if you are looking for relatively good weather year round due to the low elevation; roughly we are about four hundred feet above sea level so it seldom freezes and rarely gets extremely hot. The biggest deterrent to this location is the 200 plus days of rain.
I have been retired from the military (US Air Force) since Nov 1990, so I have been retired for almost 30 years November 2020. I retired as an E-6 (Technical Sergeant). During my 20 year career, I have been to Thailand and Germany; also all of the US states except Washington. I held two careers while on active duty; one as a Law Enforcement/Security Policeman and another as an Aircraft Maintenance Analyst. I spent the majority of these 20 years as an analyst (for clarification: I was considered a glorified statistical analyst or 'bean counter'). Considering this, I have worked with computers from mainframes to PCs. During the past 19 years, I have held several survival type jobs; such as convenience store clerk, dishwasher, custodian, and utility pole inspector. I was a baker, (at the least favorite place to shop for some people - though it was the number one retailer worldwide) Wal-Mart. I was terminated in July 2005. I have an Associates Degree in Business Operations and another one in Computer Networking.
In Dec 2007, I contracted kidney (renal) cancer which reared its ugly head out of the clear blue sky. In Jan 2008, I lost my right kidney, the adrenal gland, and part of the renal vein due to the cancer. In late 2008 (maybe 2009) I lost the left adrenal gland due to the cancer and have been on hydrocortisone (synthetic hormone) pills ever since. It helps keep me living. In late 2014, I lost one third (1/3) of my left shoulder blade to the same cancer. In early 2016, it was found that I had numerous tumors on my liver. I have been on chemo pills ever since. Thus far, the cancer is stable.
Now that I have written a small book, I think I had better end this.
P.S.
The last name is pronounced Bonnie (as in the feminine name) but spelled with an EY. Additionally, I have an interesting heritage that dates back to 11th century France. And, if anyone recalls, during elementary school some classmates used to tease me by singing, "my bonnie lies over the ocean".
Military
Undoubtedly, there are more memories of the military than might be room for in this bio, so I'll try to highlight the best. One of the most significant memories would be the fact that I have seen, traveled through, or been stationed in all of the American states except Washington. Considering, if I had stayed in Maine, not joined the Air Force; most likely, I would not have seen half of these states. States I have been stationed in not including San Antonio, Texas for training (in order from first to last including two foreign countries) are North Dakota (ND), Thailand, Maine, Louisiana, New York, Germany, and Texas. This is not bad for a twenty year career.
I was assigned to Minot AFB, ND from Mar to Oct 1971. The best thing I remember about ND, not counting it is very flat, would be the prairie dogs and the wind in winter. During the spring, the prairie dogs are so numerous that the roads are literally covered with road kill. There were so many that you couldn't help but run them over unless you stopped driving your car. The wind, known locally as the 'hawk', would blow at various speeds but mostly above 25 mph (rough quess, not accurate) due to the flatness of the land and the fact that very few trees grew there. My first duty upon arriving at the base in Minot was to help fill sandbags for spring flooding and riding to one of the outlying Minuteman missle sites. Once at this site, I shoveled snow, chopped ice, and pumped water to keep it out of the missle silo. As of Jan 2021, Minot is still an active base.
Thailand was a neat place. The scenery in the country was outstanding and very beautiful. Assignment here lasted exactly one year, from Oct 1971 to Oct 1972. The base was located on the southern end of the country, right on the Gulf of Siam. You could go swimming in the ocean whenever you wanted. My best memory of this place was when the Viet Cong (Charlie) decided to attack the base early one morning in early Jan of 1972. Three Charlie came across the fence and a full 500 man police squadron was called out to quell the attack. The only damage done was the engines of one B52 bomber were blown off and another had the rivets loosened on its engines. Both were returned to flying status within 24 hours. There is more to this story but there is not enough room to go into details. This base has been closed and is now an international airport.
Ah, Maine and Loring Air Force Base (AFB). I was assigned here from Nov 1972 to Feb 1975. It was nice to be a six hour drive from home. Loring was in Limestone, north of Presque Isle. It is now closed and an inactive miitary installation. My most memorable moment here was when a snow storm blew in from Canada in late Nov of 1974. It came out of nowhere and dumped enough snow to close the base about 2 pm. The roads were unplowed due to the amount of snow and, ah yes, the wind. As soon as the roads were cleared they would fill in due to the wind and snow drifts. I was in Law Enforcement and had to report for duty at 4 pm. My car was snowed in, so I called in to work and told my boss that I would be late. I started walking, a three mile hike, to the base. I got a ride with some guys in a VW bug to the bases north gate, left my glasses in their VW which they returned later, and went to work without the usual 38 special revolver due to the armory being snowed in. We had three emergencies later that night, all at one time. One was a sick kid which I was dispatched to pick up in the housing area. Another was a pregnant woman whom had suffered a miscarriage, the ambulance picked her up. And the other one was a visitor, who suffered from diabetes, and had forgotten his medicine. To make a long story short, despite the adversity of the amount of snow, we got things taken care of with a few minor problems and the help of some of our off-duty fellow policemen. We never received so much as a thank you from anyone except our boss, par for the course. This base has been closed for a few years.
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Next assignment was at Barksdale AFB, La. In late 1974 I knew jobs outside the military were scarce and hard to come by and I did not want to be a cop the rest of my career. I decided to reenlist and cross-train into another field. Luckily I chose a field that involved the use of computers. Prior to arriving in Louisiana, I was sent to Chanute AFB, Ill for training in my new field. Throughout the rest of my career I would be sent to this base six more times for additional upgrade training as the computer field changed constantly. I was stationed here from May 1975 to Mar 1980. The most important events that occurred while I was assigned to Barksdale was the tornado that struck Bossier City at 130 am on Dec 3, 1978. It struck just as people were leaving the bars and fortunately no one was seriously hurt except two teenage girls when the storm blew a car through the bedroom wall. As for my apartment, it received no damage. I had a three wall patio that was left intact while the rest of my neighbors had theirs blown down. Wh...Expand for more
en it touched down, less than a quarter mile from my apartment, I instantly knew what was happening. At exactly 130 am, it got so quiet that you could have literally heard a pin drop. About 3 am I got curious and went outside to my car to listen to the radio, my car survived the storm without a scratch, because of all the sirens from the emergency response teams. I drove to the entrance to my complex and immediately saw a car full of kids across the street, parked at the entrance of a small shopping mall. Hanging within inches of the car roof was a live electrical wire. I drove across the street and pushed their car out of the way just as the wire broke and fell. The parents were very grateful and I got all kinds of thanks and praises. The tornado did not last that long but it left a path of destruction from the southwest to the northeast one mile wide and five miles long. The most unusual thing happened right after the tornado, the weather at 6 am had dipped below freezing and stayed that way for two days. My wife (at the time) and two girls slept through the entire ordeal until about 7 am. I was divorced by my first wife in 1979 while stationed here. Barksdale is still an active base.
My next assignment was Plattsburgh AFB, N Y at the 380th Bombardment Wing and it lasted from Apr 1980 to Mar 1985. It is located within the city limits of Plattsburgh and borders the western edge of Lake Champlain. The scenery was beautiful as it was close to the Adirondack Mountains. Good location if a person loves nature and the outdoors, plenty of trees and wooded mountains, great fishing area. It is now closed as it was included in the base closure list some years back. There are too many memories to include but this is the place where I met and married my second wife in Dec 1984. Additionally, I met many wonderful people, within both the military and civilian community, here. But my best memory was the fishing, scenic views, and travelling the roads over much of the North country (as it is known) and was about a six to eight hour drive from home in Maine.
In Mar 1985, I was given orders to go to Rhein Main AB, Germany and was attached to a Tactical Airlift Wing (TAW). Germany is a wonderful and beautiful country and not much different from Maine. The tour here is not one of my favorites duty wise. The duty was the pits. Other than the beauty of Germany, my best memory of Rhein Main is not one most people care to remember. It concerns the murder of a young airman, the stealing of his military ID card, and the subsequent bombing of the base in 1986(?) by a group known as the Red Army Faction (RAF). Shortly after the bombing, I was put on temporary duty as a security police augmentee due to my prior experience as a security police specialist. Anyway, if my memory serves me correctly, the RAF drove a car onto the base early one morning (about 7 am) using the ID card of the dead airman. I worked approximately a half mile from the bomb site on the top floor of the old control tower. We felt the shock wave of the explosion from that distance. The explosion left an eight foot deep and six foot wide hole in the ground, destroyed numerous cars, killed two people, and blew out numerous windows in the surrounding buildings. This base has been closed.
From Germany, I was assigned to another TAW at Dyess AFB, TX from May or Jun 1987 until I retired in Oct 1990. Here I met an old acquaintance from Barksdale AFB, La. Dyess is located outside Abilene, Tx on the western side of the city. I was divorced a second time while in Texas sometime in 1989. I, also, met my third wife, Lucy, in Abilene on May 1, 1991. We were married on March 20, 1992, separated in Jul 2017, and widowed in Dec 2020.. There are too many memories to recount due to space but the most important one is not connected to the military. My future step-daughter had come to visit and was pregnant, so we let her and soon-to-be husband live with us. On Nov 6, 1991, she had a baby girl named Tia Rae Daun. After she came home from the hospital, my wife could see that Tia was having trouble breathing and finally convinced her daughter to take her to the hospital. Once there, Tia had to be revived, she was flown to Dallas/FT. Worth, revived once during the flight, and revived again at Cooks Children Hospital. Tia fought for two months to survive, was diagnosed with congenital heart failure, and at one month had figured out how to crawl around her crib. She would raise her knees, push with her feet, slide around on her back all over the crib. At two months and two days, doctors decided Tia could survive open heart surgery. She died within fifteen minutes during recovery. From what we were told she bled to death. Apparently, the doctors did not close or stitch up everything after surgery or she developed a bleeder after it and it was not noticed until it was too late. The rest is too painful to explain and is history. Tia Rae is buried in a cemetery in Abilene, TX. Dyess is still an active base.
LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE
I do not consider myself much of a writer but after reading the story from FOX Sports ÿHONORING A NASCAR LEGENDÿ by Mark Kreigel and the story ÿEARNHARDT, STEWART READY FOR DAYTONA BATTLEÿ by Lee Spencer, I felt it is time to add my two cents and thoughts about the Earnhardt Legacy. I do not intend to take anything away from the legacy or Dale, Jr., but my thoughts may upset some NASCAR fans and Junior Nation. I am a true NASCAR, Earnhardt Sr., Dale Jr., fan and I have been watching NASCAR racing since the 1970s when I was much younger. I am now in my mid fifties so I have been following NASCAR for many years. I often wonder how many innovations NASCAR has made to the racecars that have actually been implemented in the cars we drive every day.
I would like to say that Dale Jr., has done a tremendous job in accomplishing what he has throughout his career. Look at his achievements before and after the loss of Dale Sr. Dale Jr., has had to live up to his fathers legacy while at the same time try to prove himself a capable driver in his own rights. This cannot and has not been very easy for him. How many fans or drivers could have accomplished Dale Juniors feats while facing the grief of losing his father and mentor? How many people would have had the intestinal fortitude to continue on, fully realizing that the same thing could happen to you at any time? I know it was a struggle for me when my father passed on in the late 1970s while I was on active duty with the Air Force. I still miss my dad to this day. I can understand Dales need to win at Daytona and the 500. I believe it would be a huge burden lifted from his shoulders and bring some closure to him. Though he may have accepted his fathers death and continued with his life, I do not think Dale has had the closure necessary to feel better about himself as a person and driver. The reason he has not had the closure is due to one important fact ÿ as fans of NASCAR and the Earnhardtÿs, we as a whole are not willing to let the Legacy die.
This being the fiftieth Daytona 500, I understand the importance of the race, the Earnhardt legacy, and all of the media attention. At some point in time, we as a whole have to let the legacy become less important but at the same time keep it alive. I do not know if that is even possible. Dale Jr., cannot forget or outlive this legacy because we are not willing to let sleeping dogs lie. Look at the Daytona track and others, how easy is it for Junior to live down his fatherÿs death if all he sees are reminders of his dad. Do not take me wrong, I think it is great that people and tracks honor Dale Senior and the legacy but at the same time how easy is it for Junior to be reminded every time he goes to a race. It cannot be and unless we are willing to downplay Dale Seniors legacy, Junior will accomplish great things in racing but not to the degree of his fatherÿs legacy. For Dale Junior to become a great driver, as good a driver as his dad and better, we need to let him have closure. In other words, leave Junior alone, downplay the legacy, stop trying to compare him with his dad, let Dale Junior be himself, and Let Sleeping Dogs Lie. If we do, just maybe, Dale Junior can continue in racing and accomplish great things in his own right and there might be three Earnhardt Legacyÿs (Ralph, Dale Sr., and Dale Jr.) to remember and celebrate.
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