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Part III: Television

Today, El Hyena will discuss the current state of American television (hereinafter “TV”). Although El Hyena does everything in his power to avoid watching TV, sometimes there is just no way around it, like when El Hyena visits his beloved parents, who sit in front of their TV for hours watching anything and everything. They do have their favorite shows, but there’s no end to what all they will watch, even when there’s “nothing on”.

El Hyena is old enough to remember the good old days of TV. TV programming way back then consisted of kiddie shows such as Romper Room (El Hyena was always a Do Bee), Captain Kangaroo (El Hyena worshipped Bunny Rabbit) and cartoons; family comedy and variety shows (with singing and dancing!); various dramatic shows (Cowboys and Indians, Cops and Robbers, Good Guys and Bad Guys, etc.); news, and; sports. That was pretty much it.

Of course, back then there was no cable, and El Hyena’s viewing pleasure was limited to “VHF” and “UHV”. They had separate channel changing dials and everything. Sometimes El Hyena had to move the rabbit ears to get a good picture. VHF was ABC, NBC, and CBS, while UHF was Channel 39.

When it came to watching the news, it was either Walter Cronkite or Huntley-Brinkley. They were very serious men, didn’t make faces or holler at you, and told you what happened that day. Not what they thought about what happened, just what happened.

Sports consisted of football, baseball, some basketball, and some golf. If golf wasn’t exciting enough, one could watch paint dry or grass grow instead. Every four years El Hyena could watch the Olympics, where foreign people competed in incomprehensible activities they considered to be sports.

The dramas almost always had happy endings and a “moral”. If Mark (The Rifleman’s squirrelly kid) hadn’t disobeyed his father he wouldn’t have got caught in the quicksand, but he got saved anyway and learned his lesson. At least until the next week.

Variety shows ranged from Lawrence Welk (El Hyena only had to watch that while on vacation at Granny Pearl’s) to Dean Martin / Andy Williams to Laugh In. Laugh In was very cutting edge: Dick and Dave drank whiskey and smoked cigarettes, and President Nixon came on the show and said “Sock it to me”.

TV is not that way anymore, primarily because of cable, satellite, or whatever. Nowadays one can complain about nothing good being on any of three hundred channels. Not only that, but (brace yourselves) one can fly through different channels without even getting off the couch (emphasis El Hyena’s).

For sports, one can even watch two teams in Unpronounceablestan play soccer (what the rest of the world ignorantly calls “football”). You can even watch football (real football featuring gazillionaires) on more than one channel (emphasis El Hyena’s again).

In El Hyena’s humble opinion, the biggest change in TV has been in “the news” and the advent of “reality shows”.

Modern “news” shows don’t just tell us what happened. That is so twentieth century. Nowadays young women sometimes tell us the news, and many of them are seriously “perky”. Note: El Hyena does not disparage women – El Hyena loves women, and was even married to one a while back, until she quit being “perky” and became “insanely homicidal”. But that wasn’t her fault; it was always El Hyena’s fault (Yes, Dear). Anyway, news “anchors” also tell us what they think about the “news” and the “newsmakers” and, most importantly, what we should think. It is a vast improvement now that we no longer have to bear the burdens of thinking for ourselves, drawing our own conclusions, and forming our own opinions. If we are uncomfortable with our spoon-fed conclusions and opinions, we can go to another channel where we will be provided with different ones more to our liking.

In El Hyena’s humble opinion (he has more than one), “reality shows” signal the end of civilization as we know it. Seriously, are we better off now that we can eagerly watch strange, often dysfunctional people doing strange, often dysfunctional things while living their strange, often dysfunctional lives? But wait, it’s almost time for The Real Housewives of Jersey Shore Swamp People Hoarders! El Hyena does not want to miss Snooki wrestle an alligator while simultaneously beating up her husband, screaming at her kids, and bidding on the unknown contents of an abandoned storage space, all of which she’ll take home and throw on the floor in the family room with the extra crunchy fried chicken buckets.

Now that’s entertainment, and that’s the way it is.

Next month, El Hyena will discuss politics, in a completely objective and non-partisan way, of course. If you don’t read it, it’s because you hate America.

Those that gathered at the Bunco meeting on Tuesday, May 7th found themselves in for a delightful surprise from hostesses Pat Ekstrom and Diane Cooley. Honoring not just Mother’s Day but also May Day, these charming women provided a totally ‘yummy’ repast of sweet and savory foods that all women were encouraged to enjoy. And enjoy they did. And then, following much conversation while nibbling, play in earnest began. And winding up the evening were the following winners, though they were hard-fought: Biddie Hileman as winner of most games but the loser was Sue Kubecka, for very few games; Shirley Gordon and both Pat Ekstrom and Sally Jones fought to the finish for winning the most Buncos and Melinda Watson walked away with the Booby Prize. Sadly, this was Melinda’s last appearance with our group as her husband, Jason, a MK2 with the Coast Guard, has just been transferred to the base in Kings Bay, Georgia. This is definitely our loss in Port O’Connor, but Georgia’s gain, but we do hold out hope that someday, they may return to POC. Hostesses for the June gathering on Tuesday, June 4th at 7:00 p.m. will be MaryAnn Claiborne and Shirley Gordon; contact Shirley at the Library for more information.

Warriors’ Weekend here is scheduled for Friday, May 17th and Saturday, May 18th. And if you haven’t had the chance already to check out the unbelievable sand sculptures by the very talented Gloria Fric, otherwise known as the “Dragon Lady”, and her crew, you won’t be disappointed, but make certain you take your camera.

Help help help is needed from the families of our earlier residents; in particular, we are seeking pictures of our area from the 20-30-40-50 years up to that September disaster with the advent of Carla. Please see the additional story in our paper.

The Grand Opening of Subway will be later this month under the management of our resident, Margaret Claiborne, who has been training in Victoria and assembling her crew of workers. I understand that this will be quite a welcome addition to our area, and we are all looking forward to that date. And also, very shortly, Speedy will no longer boast signs to ‘excuse the mess’ as their remodeling will shortly be accomplished. And when that is done, you will definitely need a map for the reorganization and all those additional items. But have you checked out what has been done with the beer cooler? I understand the temperature is set at 30 degrees and the beer cans even hold a bit of ice. WOW! That’s cold beer!

The nicest part of POC is the people you meet who have settled here or who commute to work here from an adjoining area. One case in point was the remarkable group of women who turned out to work on the April Garage Sale that the POC Service Club has biannually. One new member made herself very prominent in the way that she hustled, carrying boxes from the large trailers to the various tables. Luckily she is a little younger than some of us (meaning she’ll be around for a while), and though she may be small in stature, she obviously has the muscles and the will to do such a job. One officer’s husband was there to hustle and hustle displaying a strong back and good muscles by carrying many boxes. And a third husband has spent much of his own time refurbishing reels and plastic baits, then sacking them so they will be ready to go for the Sale. And there is one delightful lady who has spent all year sorting and reboxing the many donations we’re received throughout the year; this is an enormous effort on her part, and it sure makes it easier when the time comes to put those items on the proper tables. And this is just a small component of the people who live here and work here. There are so many others I can name: i.e., the manager of our local Speedy Stop who always has the time and the inclination to wish you “a very pleasant day and is there something else I can help you with” even when his day is not that good. The manager of our new and locally owned liquor store, who always asks if you don’t see something you want, she’ll help you find it. And the very friendliness of the people at our hardware store; it’s really a delight to do business there, even it is only to run a picture or two. And I cannot fail to mention the editor of our local paper who always manages to squeeze something in extra for the next issue. Our country may have problems, governmentally and financially, but with more areas and more people like those in POC, it cannot fail.

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Gun Laws and Immigration

The Liberal/Progressives want to expand the NICS or Background Checks. I’ve studied the NICS System and for 2010 there were 14,409,616 firearm transfers, of which 8,372,222 were performed by ‘Point of Contact States’ that use the NICS data base and their states data base to approve or deny the transfer or sale. I did not try to get info on these states. Texas uses the FBI “NICS section” for our checks. In 2010 the FBI NICS Section processed 6,037,398 checks of which 72,658 were denied (1.2%). 3,491 were successfully appealed (4.77%). Of the denials referred to BATF for investigation 3,163 (4.2%) were “Overturned” and 4,732 (6.2%) were “Referred to the field” for further investigation.

Of those investigated, almost all were declined by BATF field offices. Reasons given: “No prosecutorial merit” 1,661, “Federal/state guidelines not met” 1,092, “Not a prohibited person” 480, “Closed by supervisor” 457, “No potential or unfounded” 396. Of all the denials investigated there were only 62 were referred for prosecution, most were declined by prosecutors or dismissed by court. There were only 13 convictions, all by guilty pleas.

Of these 72,658 denied, 3,491 were successfully appealed at the NICS level, 3,163 were “Overturned” at the BATF Administrative level, and 876 found innocent by BATF field offices, so over 10% of the denials were false positives. All this for 13 convictions. And this is with trained gun dealers overseeing the paperwork at the point of sale. There appears to be a serious lack of accuracy and a very serious lack of prosecution of violations of the existing gun laws. Recent news puts the US Attorneys Office for Chicago at the very bottom for firearms prosecutions, though it is ‘the murder capital of the US’. For all the Federal demands for new, more draconian anti-gun laws, there seems to be a serious lack of interest in enforcing the ones we have. As one studies the problem, it is easy to see that the goal is more anti-gun laws, not reduction or prevention of crime. The best crime prevention is a trained armed citizen. They know this, but it doesn’t fit the Agenda, so gun laws are a political football, to be played with to distract Low Information Voters from the misfeasance and malfeasance of the District of Corruption. And always chipping away at our Bill of Rights. They don’t need more laws until they learn to enforce the ones they have, and can improve the accuracy of their background checks.

As I study the upcoming “Comprehensive Immigration Reform Bill”, I see a similar problem. This is an emotion driven issue; no one seems to be telling the truth, or care about the costs, jobs, or even pretending to control illegal immigration. It is now “bigoted”, “mean-spirited” and totally un-PC to even say “illegal immigrant”, so how about – CRIMINAL INVADERS!? I am somewhat sympathetic for the Mexicans that come here to work and build a better life, but rapidly losing patience with the demands for welfare, free college, and political power. The “Other than Mexicans” are worse. Especially the militant Muslims. We are committing national suicide by allowing large unassimilated and unassimilatable minorities into the country.

It is becoming obvious that some politicians see making new citizens of illegals is a way to create Bloc Voters that they can exploit, at tax-payer expense for new welfare giveaways. And the costs will be horrendous. Counting the ‘overstayed student and tourist visas’ there are probably 30-33 million illegals in the US, not the 11 million often stated. Mexicans may be the largest group, but not the greatest problem. The real danger is Muslims, but Washington refuses to recognize this. Also, amnesty doesn’t work; it didn’t work in 1986, except for the people amnestied and the extended families they were allowed to bring in. It encouraged illegal immigration, not stopped it. Also most of these new citizens will demand to bring in family members. The current Amnesty Bill will probably add some 57 million citizens, not just the 11 million touted by the Gang of 8. All will either be competing for jobs or on welfare.

There has to be a sincere desire to be a US Citizen, obey our laws, be financially independent, and be an American, before any new immigrants can be considered for resident visas, much less citizenship. As for the ‘mean-spirited – bigoted’ taunts, save it, study Mexican immigration law. If we followed their laws there would be no problem.

Again, this is a political game played to separate people into groups where they can be manipulated easily into voting for politicians that only pretend to care about these issues while they enrich themselves at tax-payer expense. Politicians in both parties refused to enforce the laws passed in 1986, now the socialist Democrats seek to exploit the crisis with another Amnesty that will create another huge voting bloc that will be largely dependent on Government services and welfare. This will give the socialist Democrats a solid majority in many states for years to come. And will probably add another $6.3 trillion (or more) to the Federal Debt during that time.

We simply can’t afford the added drain on our government services and welfare or added job seekers in a shrinking economy. We also need to drastically curtail legal immigration until our employment and the demand for welfare stabilizes at manageable levels. In the future immigrants should be chosen for their ability to be financially independent and to assimilate as Americans.

Memorial Day, May 27, commemorating all who have died in military service for our country.

The streets around it do not betray what you are about to experience. The people who direct traffic are just that: men and women who tell people where they’re supposed to go and where they’re not supposed to go.

Upon entering the gates, parking your car, and walking into the Administration Building, you still don’t see indications of the true nature of this place. No, it’s only when you make your way down its tree-lined streets, trailing slowly behind the funeral coach, that you begin to see some of what makes this place so special.

You notice the names that grace the street signs: names like Eisenhower and Halsey. You can’t escape the enormity of the simple white grave markers that file into the distance, the gardens of stone. The falling leaves of gold and red ride the wind across the fields of green and past the smaller signs, which read simply: “Silence and Respect”.

There are soldiers, in their dress uniforms, marching along the streets. As you wonder who they are or what they might be doing, you notice that their marching ceases. As the hearse that you follow slowly passes this group of anonymous soldiers, they stop, turn to face it and snap a salute, which they hold until the fallen one passes., Then they turn and resume their lives, their marching.

This happens again and again. No living soldier on this hallowed ground bursting with so many fallen soldiers, allows a newly fallen one to pass without the show of proper respect. One wonders if this is a diversion from their other duties, or if this is their duty, and their marching simply a diversion.

As the procession slows, your attention is drawn to a group of eight soldiers standing some thirty yards away. Seven of these bear arms, one holds a sword. Another twenty yards from this group is a solitary soldier, right arm fixed in a salute, a bugle in his left hand.

The cortege reaches its destination. It is met by another group of soldiers, these standing silently beneath a large oak tree, its golden leaves bursting forth in a canopy of protection. There are seven soldiers, in their dress black pants and brilliant blue jackets with polished brass buttons and medals adorning each chest. Another soldier accompanies them, this one older, more distinguished, in the same uniform but with more medals and two shiny silver crosses on his lapels.

The rear door of the funeral coach is opened to reveal a flag-draped coffin. Silently, except for the tap of their polished shoes on the pavement, the group of seven makes its way to their fallen comrade. Mechanically, yet reverently, six of them retrieve the coffin from its temporary home in three precise movements. You sense that they see this as a rescue of sorts. They recognize this as a fallen comrade who is not yet at rest, and will not be so until they make it so.

Who are these men-boys really? They are so young, so unfamiliar, and yet they seem so affected by their task, as if they are fortunate to have the duty of this honor. History tells us they are members of The Third United States Infantry Regiment, the famed “Old Guard”, one of the oldest and most respected Infantry Regiments in the United States Army. Perhaps they are chosen for their ability to respect, or more likely, their solemnity is earned through their duty.

The older soldier with the crosses on his lapel, the chaplain, steps forward and says words chose to comfort. He speaks from the heart, not from notes. He sees it as his duty, as his responsibility to speak of the fallen one as someone he knew. He doesn’t pretend that he did, he simply knows their character because of those who sit before him and because of the right they’ve earned to be in this sacred place.

After a few words, the soldier in the distance who holds the silver sword directs his charges to honor the fallen one with the ultimate military salute. On his command the remaining seven present their arms and each fires simultaneously. This action is repeated twice, comprising a salute of twenty-one guns, though not considered an official twenty-one gun salute, this reserved for fallen Commanders-in-Chief.

This practice of firing volleys over the grave originated on the battlefields of yesterday. Fighting would cease while each army cleared away its fallen. After the dead had been removed and cared for, each army would fire three volleys to signal that the fighting could resume – an odd sort of respect on a field on conflict. On this hallowed ground, it strikes you that these volleys symbolize the opposite: this gunfire signals that the dead is again cared for but, for them, the end of all fighting.

As quickly as the sounds of gunfire came, it retreats, now replaced with the mournful strains of that most familiar of military melodies, “Taps”.

“Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky.
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.”

As silence again fills the chilly air, the six who watch over the grave solemnly, without even blinking, barely breathing, snap the flag taut while reverently folding it into the triangle of blue and white stars. This takes a few minutes, not because they are unfamiliar with the process, but because they intimately know not only the how of what they are doing but also the why. This flag represents the nation, as does any other American flag, but this one has graced the coffin of a fallen hero, and just as significant as that is to the defense of the country, it’s even more important to the family member to whom it will be presented. To him or her, the flag not only graced the coffin of a fallen hero, it graced the coffin of a fallen loved one.

The flag is presented by one of the six soldiers to the seventh who has stood watch on their service. He then presents it to the chaplain, who has the honor and duty to present the flag to the fallen one’s next-of-kin. “This flag is presented on behalf of the President of the United States, and a grateful nation, as a token of appreciation for the honorable and faithful service rendered by your loved one.”

He then presents the Lady of Arlington, one of about sixty volunteers who attend every funeral that occurs in this sacred place. No one worthy of this place should be buried alone. That was the genesis of Arlington’s Ladies. This Lady, escorted by yet another member of the Old Guard, represents the leadership of the branch of service in which the fallen one served. She speaks a few words of comfort to the family and then presents a letter of appreciation and condolence.

As the service ends, the fallen one having found their final resting-place, the family returns to their cars. As they depart they are honored with one more long, slow salute from each of the soldiers, all of whom now line the street. The family will attempt to return to life, these fine members of America’s Old Guard will return to their duty of honoring America’s fallen. Paths will likely never cross again, but that’s all right. We’re better for knowing that they were there for us, that they’ll be there for others.

The history of the cemetery tells us that “since 1864, when the first coffin was interred, more than 200,000 burials have taken place in the more than 600 acres of land devoted to American’s honored dead. Privates and generals, astronauts and presidents, civilians with military service or relationships are all ranked in row upon row in the manicured lawns. By the year 2021 the cemetery will be full and the burial ground will be designated a national shrine.”

This fine line of legalese will change nothing for the families of those whose loved ones rest here. What began as hallowed ground is now made even more so by the presence of their mothers, their fathers, their sons and daughters.

“Then good night, peaceful night,
Till the light of the dawn shineth bright,
God is near, do not fear — Friend, good night.”

Bob Jamison and Dr. Phil at the “Money Hole” in his cypress swamp.

Long before characterization as domestic terrorists, Astroturf, or American Taliban, a number of Texas Gulf Coast regular citizens met on 16 April 2009 in a gathering designated as Tea Party folks to share ideas and discuss issues. This occasion provided a vital link to enable Gator Man and Dr. Lechter in becoming acquainted. As with many covert operations, there was required to be an intermediary who provided the link of initial communication. The vehicle of this connection was “The Dolphin Talk” which is published monthly in Pt. O’Connor, Texas. Dr. Lechter had written an open letter to his senator describing the peaceful, yet deeply concerned, citizenry of the Calhoun County area populace at the 2009 Tea Party meeting.

This letter was noted by Gator Man, a regular contributor to “Dolphin Talk” on a wide variety of topics from history to wildlife and even the potential of olive tree orchards in Texas. The two parties shared many similar world view ideas regarding America, politics, and freedom. They also shared a deep love for the joys of nature and wildlife as well as a fascination with the American alligator. Dr. Lechter learned that Gator Man had written an entrancing account of life in the small East Texas town of Dayton which detailed rich history of the area over the previous half century as well as numerous anecdotes of “good ol’ boys” shenanigans. A reading of “Airplanes, Alligators, and High Fin Blues” convinced Dr. Lechter that he must meet this author of this delightful tome. In childhood, Dr. Lechter had a pet alligator as well as encounters with them along the Texas Gulf Coast; he had also had some lively episodes in small aircraft with long time friend and retired jet pilot, Col. (Smilin’) Jack. High Fin Blues turned out to be the nomenclature of the prized Trinity River blue catfish that Gator Man and his contemporaries had harvested for many years.

Telephone contact was made with Gator Man readily agreeing to a visit from Col. Jack and Dr. Lechter, and that motel was unnecessary since he had a large hut with dirt floor that could accommodate several guests easily. Plans for a visit were set for Col. Jack and Dr. Lechter to visit Gator Man in June, 2010; only Dr. Lechter was able to make the trip with perfect directions to an expansive, castle-like home with beautifully kept gardens and a most inviting entry. The doctor was greeted by a tall, slender and thoroughly friendly gentleman who ushered him inside to meet his lovely wife. There was instant camaraderie and impression that this would be a most memorable time. Shortly after exchange of pleasantries, Gator Man and his wife shared that they had been questioned seriously by friends on the wisdom of having some strange doctor they’d never met as a house guest. Dr. Lechter admitted that some folks had advised him that he might become “gator bait!”

After being comfortably settled in one of several guest rooms, Gator Man led Dr. L. on a tour of the grounds, the gardens, and the “Folly House” structure just below their home, with giant walk-in wine cellar overlooking an expanse of water from above. They then set off in a golf cart to see more of the gator hunting area. Brush became thicker so we exited the cart to head a bit down a wooded path. The good doctor might have felt a twinge of apprehension as Gartor Man pulled out a 3 foot long machete to head down the trail. That implement, however, was only to dispatch the spider webs of the afternoon. Whew! One of the usual gator catching spots was toured, methods were explained, and the paddle boat with zero turning radius flounder rig invented by Gator Man was inspected.

Bob with gator in 2010. This was his last gator hunt as it was too dry in 2011 for any hunts, and then Bob became ill. These photos were taken during my visit to Dayton in June ‘10. It was surely a trip to remember! -John Long

Several volumes would be required to detail all the events packed into this overnight visit.  A brief summary will have to suffice.  The evening brought forth an elegant multi-course gourmet meal that could have well graced Buckingham Palace or the official yellow White House Dining Room.  Some most special guests of longtime Dayton residence joined us for the meal, bringing great treasures of local lore from their memory as well as clippings and photos of McGinty’s drug store that had been the place of origin of many of the tales related in Gator Man’s book.  To list all the delicacies of this dinner would take several paragraphs; suffice it to say that the cocktail appetizer of crab meat, mango, and avocado construction still tantalizes the taste buds.

The next morning was a whirlwind tour of local lore and history of the area as we were joined by Dr. Phil, a history buff from Houston who had admired Gator Man’s book and style.  There was an extended tour of the gator habitats and then a visit through misty morning cypress swamps to see the *Money Hole site of lore.  This adventure was followed by tour of the Dayton Civic Center, state of the art library; local landmarks including Mc Ginty’s drug store, and then being steeped in Texas history especially by Mrs. Gator as we travelled to Liberty, TX.  There we were privileged to a guided tour of the restored Texas Governor’s Mansion, the Museum still in process of being assembled, and multiple historic structures being preserved.  With background as D.A.R., Mrs. Gator was both involved and quite well informed on a wide variety of Texas history as was Gator Man.

Those of you who regularly read “Dolphin Talk” have certainly identified Gator Man as Mr. J.R. “Bob” Jamison, a regular contributor of articles to this publication.  There cannot be enough accolades given to his lovely wife, Linda, nor to the Jamisons for their true Texas Hospitality.

Respectfully,
    John M. Long, M.D. (A.k.a. Dr. Lechter)

Bob's invention of a zero radius turning QUIET flounder boat that he devised using parts from an old zero radius turning lawnmower; he devised the rest.

Linda and Bob Jamison in front of the 4-poster bed in the replica Governor’s Mansion in Liberty.

Obituary
J.R. “Bob” Jamison

Bob Jamison was a faithful contributor to Dolphin Talk for many years. We were very pleased to share his stories with our readers and certainly miss his contributions. Please see the article on page 9 by John Long.

J.R. “Bob” Jamison, 82, born and raised in Dayton, Liberty County, Texas, died at home outside of Dayton, Texas on Monday, October 1, 2012.

Bob attended public schools in Dayton and received a B.A. degree in Finance from Sam Houston University in Huntsville. He served in the United States Army during the Korean War and was attached to S.H.A.F.E. in Paris, France.

Bob served as an avid sportsman, conservationist, businessman, writer and patriot serving his community in numerous ways. He was Chairman of the Board of Dayton State Bank, belonged to the American Bankers Association and Texas Bankers Association and numerous other professional organizations. He was a 60 year member of the Masonic Lodge. Bob was a member of the First United Methodist Church, serving as Sunday School teacher, Board of Stewards and Administrative Council. He was State Chairman of Ducks Unlimited and served on the National Board for many years. He served as a 25 year member of Dayton Volunteer Fire Department, on the Dayton City Council, and was Liberty-Dayton Chamber of Commerce “Citizen of the Year”. Bob was author of “Airplanes, Alligators and Hi-Fin Blues”, feature columnist for The Liberty Gazette newspaper, other newspapers, magazines, and sporting publications, as well as a member of the Texas Writers Association.

He was preceded in death by his parents, W.T. Jamison and Allene Solomon Jamison of Dayton; sister Allen Jamison Hodges of Stephenville, sister Louise Jamison Clark of Dayton, and brother W.T. “Bill” Jamison, Jr. of Dayton. He is survived by his wife of 28 years, Linda McGowan Jamison of Dayton, son Pete Michael Jamison of Dayton, daughter, Ann Jamison of Houston, sister, Dorothy Jamison Tate of Houston, numerous nephews, nieces, and “greats” and special friends.