July 31, 1964 was a sad day for country music fans. That was the day singer Jim Reeves was killed in a plane crash. For me, it was one of the happiest days of my life. That was the day our family moved to Wenatchee.
My folks had taken over management of rental apartments near Triangle Park. The duplexes, built to house Alcoa workers a decade before, were owned by my grandfather and his business partners.