The lyrics from Pink Floyd's' Animals including
You’ve got to be trusted by the people you lied to
You’ve got to be able to pick up the easy meat with your eyes closed
And in the end you fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
Dying of cancer alone
The vast majority of my life I’ve been a mechanic of one sort or another.
The number one reason for mechanics is that machines fail.\
Why would I get in an aluminum cigar and venture to 32,000 feet?
When I raced the team was so glad that one member didn’t fly.
They all could.
They slept comfy whilst I slept in the tow vehicle.
September 20th 1993 my wife came home and said her employer gave her two routes.
Company was moving to Scottsdale.
A. Be unemployed
B. Move to Scottsdale with a 11,000 raise.
Being foolish she took the 11 grand!
She further told me that in two weeks we had to fly down and find lodging.
I told her I was holding out for terminal illness before flying.
That there was a large possibility that when the plane lifted off, I’d still be in the bar.
Bars open early in Reno.
Well I discovered that if ya stay up all night and have 4 shots before going down The Plank
A white knuckle flyer could pull it off.
After moving to Scottsdale I took a contract in Sacramento, which required commute via Southwest Airlines Friday and Sunday evenings for two years.
So lied!
48 years of vocational traveling has left me a home body.
What's to say.
I found Michigan to be Michigan last week.
Very little is as it was when I was small.
At 7 my family was to Germany, France, Norway, Denmark and England.
Oops I lied again, I was 7 & 8 in the post war Europe.
Spoiled little govt employee bratt.
My father never worked at home except when he was a hack.
Mom made him take a portion of the tribe whenst working away.
7 continents in my time in the navy.
Canada US and Mexico while racing.
16 cities, 9 states whilst programming.
Through it all I've been way too immature to really enjoy most of it.
Oops
And I'm not Catholic, Mormon, Jewish or any of those hold my face to the floor life threatening, mind threatening, population control paradigms.
That said!
Have no memory of how this got started, but...
For twenty+ years when we head of to work
the VHS recorder goes on
and
after dinner my wife and I
watch,
anguish,
cuss at,
enjoy,
and
wonder how we got hooked on
The Young and the Restless
July 17 1980 I was coming off of a 2 year drunken period of self discovery. I was sort of working out a time of getting used to be single again. Two weeks before I’d met a woman at a company picnic/camp out. I called her up and asked if she’d like to go for a ride. I lashed two bags onto the bike and off we went for a few days. She’d never been on a bike ride. We twisted up and down the Sierra and the adjacent White mountains. One evening we were really beat and just pulled off the road and flopped the bags and zonked immediately. When the sun came up we found ourselves looking off of an especially advantageous promontory, with a view of a valley that dropped 4-5000’ and spread till the detail of the land failed our eyes.
As a motorcycle racer living on peanut butter and cold 19 hamburgers I’d spent a lot of time on the road. As a contract programmer I spent more time on the road in 29-300 a night rooms. That dawn on the cliff is on my list of top ten wake up calls.
Everything I need to know will reveal itself in good time.
A spare beer would be nice on a Saturday night.
A good pick wouldn't be bad either.
