Recently, one of my close friends who has literally known me since school to this day.........boy that makes her really old....................asked me to give a comparison to the three big times of my life........school years......military years and my working years. WHAT THE HELL!!!!! Why would anyone want to know that for??? Well, I actually started to write about that but just ended up deleting a complete post about it. I just could not bring it to myself to make that comparison. After all, they were all totally different and each had good times and bad ...............most of all they all played a role in why I am so damn wonderful. My school years started out as usual school years do. I had visions of being abnormally bright, attending college with the highest expectations of spending at least 8 years in college to become a worldwide noted architect, diplomat,scholar, athlete..................no not one of the above................ALL OF THE ABOVE. Now, very simply put, I could see none of the above happening as soon as the 7th grade............ssssoooooo I had to settle for passing grade (slightly above borderline) and a job with part time college, which, by the way extended to the age of 60, but like my dad would always say................"YOU NEVER stop learning!!!! Boy, dad, you should have been a Nobel prize winner.......for COMMONSENSE. The real break came as soon as I graduated high school, got a summer job with the US Post Office earning $1.63/per hour and the big bucks simply burned a hole in my jeans and I couldn't resist earning all that money by wasting my time to go to school in the fall. Well, it wasn't until the spring of the next year when my new calling with SAS came to life along with a HEFTY raise to $1.83/hr. WOW!!!!! LOOK OUT WORLD. I'm on my way!!!! All that dough.......PLUS.......the chance to date all those hot Scandinavian chicks. Well, that wasn't as easy as thought out to be. Seems, the custom was to be introduced............but have no fear. The people skills I learned in high school were all in place and I was able to finally put them to use. The high school social life started to pay off.
Durning my early years at SAS, my Uncle Sam decided that he needed me to settle some minor incidents in the world so I had to leave my job and take up a calling, where within a short time I had helicopter duty flying over the nudest colonies of Germany to keep them safe. Perhaps, that's a little harsh, I'm not really going to expand on that!!!!! After the 2 years of active duty, I did return to SAS only to retire some 39 years later. Nothing, like keeping a job even through perhaps 5 layoffs and 5 offered retirement plans. Must have been my lovable personality I trained for in high school.
So now, you can see where I have a problem in deciding where I enjoyed myself the most between school, military or working. It's easy to say.................ALL OF THE ABOVE. I still continue to this day, to think of all my years on earth..............as if I've been anywhere else, but earth.......................and to try to separate parts of my life. Can't be done!!!! they are all melted together. Most of all I still remain that lovable person I was in high school, military and my working years along with now my retirement years................but still looking to lower that 18 handicap on the golf course. The one important thing that still remains the same. I still have contact with my very good high school friends, militay buddies and work friends.............FROM AROUND THE WORLD!!!!!!!!
One discovery I recently made was just where the RIVERDANCE was born. Michael Flattery would certainly not agree with me but I would challenge his interpretation!!!! Check this out
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0rrLdWLu_0
Did you have fun??
