Reminiscing
After receiving a comment from oldnslow yesterday it made me harken back to that time in my life when I was just out of high school, and still working at the Pine Ridge boarding stables, as an equine sanitation engineer, at the princely sum of $1.65 an hour, and was suddenly forced to cope with the realization that I was going to have to go into the military, and how I was going to deal with that.
Having few options available to me at the time I gave little thought to my future as I stumbled through my many years of high school, not paying very much attention to what lay ahead until one day, shortly after graduating from high school I opened a mysterious looking letter from the government and found out that I was going to be defending the country..... That told me the country must be in dire straits to have to depend on me for its defense, and which branch of the military was going to be burdened with me for several years?
I knew right off the bat that the Marines were out of the question since at 18, I considered myself a lover, not a fighter, even though I was neither.
In 1965 being drafted into the Army was pretty much a death sentence at that time, or at the very least losing a limb that I was very much attached to, so even though I had always taken a rather lackadaisical attitude about my life, I decided that dying young was not a good way to become an adult.
I considered the Navy, since as a kid I watched the TV show Sea Hunt starring Lloyd Bridges, who was an actual UDT diver during World War II, and being a frogman sounded like fun. But living in Miami quickly taught me that sitting on a rocking boat for more than 15 minutes made me so seasick that I would jump off an aircraft carrier in the middle of the ocean to make it stop.
This is getting too long, so tune in tomorrow where I might possibly turn this boring story into one that is downright catatonic.... No cats will be injured in tomorrow's blog post.
theboondork
You probably thought that by now I would have something else to take pictures of besides flowers…. But you would be wrong.
A lot of my time is spent working on the Arctic Fox, getting it ready for sale, than running around the mountains having fun.
And that’s probably not going to end until I can take the holidays off and head for the High Country, where endless pictures are just waiting to be taken.