Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Where is my Belt Buckle?
(Pictures , I have no idea what they are I just thought they were pretty)
I am getting old and losing things. I just noticed I cannot see my belt buckle. Military men will tell you there is a Gig-Line. And if it is not straight some loud mouth Sergeant or Chief is gonna tell you.
Before going on liberty or standing inspection you always glance down to make sure your shirt, belt buckle and fly are in perfect alignment! I looked down and could not see my buckle, Wow, I am in trouble if I have to stand inspection?
Everyone’s life makes changes, no matter the occupation or life style. Retirement is a good thing for some folk, but it does not fit everyone.
I am sure my life would have been different if someone could have gotten thru to me that education was a good thing. But when I reached 16 and could ‘quit’ school that is what I wanted to do. I respected my parents enough that I would not quit unless I had a job.
Something early in my life instilled in me a respect for the Military Uniform, so I tried to enlist underage, but got kicked back when the SBI confronted me with charges of falsifying official documents, forgery and a list of charges. Of course there was nothing to the charges, but to a 16 year old facing the SBI Agent, he made a believer out of me.
So on my 17th birthday I was back. I adapted to taking orders and the corresponding life. I actually liked it.
When I got out I bounced around a little until I found another nitch I loved, building. I could not wait to get to work and hated for the day to end.
I built (mostly self taught) until Sherry was ready to retire. I was on the road to becoming the second millionaire in our family, I was a High School dropout, so I took pride in my accomplishment. My brother, the rich guy, also was a dropout, but very smart.
As Sherry reached retirement age, we talked about the future. I was putting 60-70 hrs a week on the books. I had a subdivision in my sights. But we talked, life was too sweet, to push and have a stroke or heart attack. So, when Sherry retired, I just QUIT. As a builder there is no retirement income but of course we had put some back.
We started in the motor home traveling and have never looked back. She says I go to Lowes just to smell the lumber, and I guess I do. But basically, except for family problems, our life is great. I guess you worry about your children for life. my dad worried about me. I wish he could have lived to see me successful, but we don’t always get what we want.
But now, here we are, able to go where we want to, and have all we need, but I still want my belt buckle back!
All men are frauds. The only difference between them is that some admit it. I, myself, deny it.
—H. L. Mencken
1959 Fury (Plymouth)