I followed in my father's oily footsteps plodding up and down the assembly line until the Marine Corps plucked me from those historied aisles to slog the rice paddies of Viet Nam. When I considered extending my tour of duty to avoid returning to Generous Motors, I figured squirrels had harvested too many acorns from this Oak's branches. Fortunately, squirrels don't get the best acorns that fall from the tree and take root. If you can't have fun on the job, its time to explore options. I left the Corps with disability compensation paid for life by a grateful government and a free college education provided by a real and fair GI Bill.
Loyalty is a two-way street.
Thanks to the Marines, I became the first college graduate in my family and soon I will present a degree to my son. My recombinant DNA is comprised of hunters and gatherers, farmers and gardeners, anglers and crabbers, guides and travelers. If I run into Shirley MacClain in a future life, I plan to curl her twisted genes with tales of past lives spent in the woods and rivers chasing meat, fowl and fish for my dinner table. Thank the Lord for friends and pass the ammunition or the worms. Skip's professional persona paves the way for Oakley's wander between the ditches on Straight Arrow Drive and the occasional trip to Fantasy Island.