July 23, 2008

Mac


Occasionally I have thought of Thomas McMillon, or Mac, or MacMillan. Not often, but from time to time in sorting through old files I have run across his sheet taken from the St. Augustine post office back in ’74 or ’75. Not sure why I took it, probably just because I wanted to read all the details about one person who was wanted. Not sure why Mac’s was the one I choose either. Just did.

He was a big guy who was born in a small town near San Antonio, was a boy during the Depression, and then was too young, probably, to be in WWII, but may have served. Life might have been a better road for him if he had served, maybe between wars or in Korea.

I wonder what happened when he used that .38 revolver to kill and wound. Was it over a dice game? He had a record of gambling. Was it in Portland? Why was he there in 1972? Where did he go?

Mac is 82 if he still is, and even if he isn’t I know a little of his story which means in some was he certainly still is.