You see, this is how I learned to read, and I learned to read before my first day at school.
Thanks Mom, bro, and Doc.
And my little sister. Until she showed up, girls were just dumb girls. Then she looked up to me. She admired me. I was admirable. I had never before been admirable, not even by myself. And my sister was a girl. I began to view girls differently.
Thank you, sister.
I was a football player and gymnast in high school and could run the 100 yard dash in 10 seconds flat and graduated a year early. Sort of an over-achiever.
I got married and raised a family. Three kids, none of which is in jail or on the pipe. Perhaps some may think this is a low bar, but hey.
After the Oil bust in the early eighties, I went back to school and entered corporate life. Two cell phones, plus a pager. Conducted leadership and sales seminars, herded politicians to ribbon cuttings as a photo-journalist and aided in numerous political campaigns.
The crowd I ran with crowed about stress pimples as though they were shrapnel wounds.
After years of creating, implementing and selling just about everything, sometimes in the multi-million dollar range, I burned out and went into business for myself.
I was not a good boss, because if I had five dollars in my pocket, hell, that was enough for bait and I was going fishing.
Someone bought me some work boots--the classified section rolled up inside one of them with some ads circled.
Back into the oilfields I went.
I am confident as I look forward to the next 50 years that I have the ability to do anything I want--as long as a chair is involved.
Thanks for the many good wishes on my facebook page. You know who you are.