text:  The old commander says he began life en route to somewhere. I was born on a train going through Boise, Idaho, and my mom had me on the way back to Brooklyn. Now, you had to go to Brooklyn at that time if you wanted to be like a commercial artist. My dad was the guy that put all the nose art on the bombers in the squadron and decided he was going to make a crack at it. He's a really good watercolorist. My mom's a good artist.