Unless you are one of the elites, such as a molly-coddled, often worthless movie star or one of the disgusting and all too frequently disreputable modern day politicians, there are only a few things we can do to leave our mark of having passed ...
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Born in Oregon during the Great Depression, my family moved constantly in search of work for a day, week or, if lucky for a month. We lived for varying periods of time in just about every state between Oregon and Florida (where we lived in a tent) and back again.
I joined the Navy on my 17th birthday, during the Korean War, and served on the flight deck of an aircraft carrier loading and fusing bombs and rockets on the AD-1 Skyraider prop driven planes of my squadron.
I was honorably discharged just before my 21st birthday four years later.
My wife and I were married in 1952 and have three grown children plus many grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
I spent almost 40 years with a highly successful car rental business where I started as car washer and, though I never graduated from high school, retired as Executive VP and GM of 33 offices in Washington and Oregon.
During those years, in addition to my other duties, I wrote, edited and caused the publishing of a monthly in-house newsletter.
Writing a weekly column for the Edmonds Beacon is pure joy for me.
