My first sixty years can be almost neatly packaged in decades:
- 1954-1964: getting civilized.
- 1964-1974: getting educated.
- 1974-1984: serving my country in the U.S. Navy
- 1984-1994: serving my country (?) with G.E. Aerospace (now Lockheed Martin)
- 1994-2003: serving my country (?) with Raytheon.
- 2003-2004: serving northeast Indiana as a substitute teacher. Most fun of any paid job I ever had. (Slightly more fun, hosting pilgrims from dozens of countries after retirement. Too bad it didn’t pay the bills, or I’d have done it for several more years.
- 2004-2014: serving northeast Indiana with Parkview Health.
- 2015-2018: wandering through many countries, seventeen months of it in Spain.
- 2019-????: living with Michelle.
Since 2012 or earlier, I’ve had an urge to get rid of everything but what I can carry, and hit the road. I gave several people the chance to “talk some sense” into me, but no one tried. So, here I go! If this is a mid-life crisis, then I guess I’ve got sixty years to go …
Bum, vagabond, hobo, nomad, pilgrim, tramp, wanderer, …. ? Call it what you will—I’m not classifying it, I’m just doing it. And (maybe) writing about it. Not too much writing—more fun to do it than to write about it.
Stopped traveling at the end of 2018. Temporarily? Still would enjoy it, and so would Michelle. But for now until God-knows-when, we can’t.
I’ll let my adult children make their own decisions on what to reveal on the nosy network. As for my wife, you can read this. If you are looking for romance, don’t contact me—all mine remains with her.
In 2018, God apparently decided the grief wasn’t back far enough on the shelf. So, He added to my family, Michelle, two step-children, five grandchildren, a mother-in-law, and a few more distant.