OK! So it's not a recent picture. Brings back lot's of memories though. It was taken after a hard day of sailing on my sailboat, "Airborne".But I'm jumping ahead, this site is supposed to be like an autobiography. So,...... I was born in a small town in the Midwest. Later that same year the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. You do the math.
There were six of us in the family; the normal number of parents, two brothers a sister and me. I'm the oldest,
then my sister and finally the
two male siblings.
Along about the tenth grade I had an embarrassing run-in with my algebra teacher. She declared
I would never learn her subject and that I should go to study hall instead of her
class. In study hall I rapidly lost interest in school and soon quit. I then drifted around
like an amoeba for almost two years.
In January of 58, my father, seeing I had no clue as to where I was going, pointed me in the direction
of the nearest Navy Recruiting office. Slightly overweight, a uniform that you didn't have to tuck your
shirt in appealed to me. So, five days after my seventeenth birthday I was off on my
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