How a boy from a one-room schoolhouse on the South Dakotan prairie became a Foreign Service officer

"Here I was on July 4, 1955, expected to assume duties as Press Attaché and Information Officer, American Embassy, Caracas, Venezuela - after only two months of practical orientation in Washington, preceded by five years of corporate public relations, a BA from Macalester College in St. Paul, Minnesota, courtesy of the GI Bill, and roots…

Here’s What Surprised Me…

My mother, Nancy Amerson, was part of a group of friends on Cape Cod that met each month under the moniker of "Stitch and Bitch." Some of these women also were part of Mom's book group, which operated a little differently than the "Oprah bookclub" model: rather than all reading the same book, each participant…

Celebrating the Fourth in Caracas

At 2AM July 3, 1955, my parents and I, a 8 month-old, arrived at the seaside airport down the mountains from Caracas. It had been a marathon: driving up to NYC from DC, where they'd had two months of orientation training, leaving the car at  loading docks, and taking our 10 pieces of luggage to…