Lucky Man in General

Lucky Man

One two punch today. John Glenn and Greg Lake.

John Glen made it to 95. That, in anyone’s book is a pretty awesome run. Especially considering his line of work. He was one of my earliest heroes. The mercury seven.

My dad was an aviator, and was completely fascinated with aircraft. I remember being a toddler when he would take me to the end of the runway and we would watch the jets take off. I can still feel the sand blasting against my face and smell the exhaust. I suppose I imprinted on jets as much as I did my family. There is this ridiculous urge, this ache to be in the air.

Greg Lake died a bit early. He was only 69. I remember back in the late 70s getting bored with the music on the radio. Didn’t the Rolling Stones have an album called “Sucking in the Seventies?”

(Must google)

Yep. They did. And they were part of the why.

I was searching around and found ELP. Later Asia. A bunch of art-rock bands. By the early 80s I was listening to Heavy metal.

Justin Beeber and Beyonce have a dozen Grammy nominations between them…

I don’t listen to the radio anymore. Bouncy Knawles has a great voice, but her music is pure shit. I can’t even comment on Beeber. It would just get ugly.

Solved my banking issues.

Still haven’t found a job.

Ten years ago I was offered a job with a company largely run by retired admirals. EWA. It would have been a job working with the Army in the Pentagon, advising them on Electronic Warfare issues. Substantial salary. I told the admiral who called with the offer “I am honored, Admiral. But that would be a bit of a long commute for me. I just moved home to Maine.”

A couple of months later I was offered a job working for the Special Operations Command in Tampa. I have a unique set of skills, as Liam Neeson would say. I was spring loaded to take the job, but the funding fell through. At the time I could have still used my Navy outro to move my shit to Tampa.

A month later I got two more job offers, this time in the DFW area. They were seriously hunting my particular set of skills. It was X2 who talked sense into me.

I can’t be that far from the ocean. I just can’t. I spent four years in Las Vegas, and for three years I felt like I was suffocating.

There is nothing here. Outside of occupations in the healthcare industry, and seasonal business. There is nothing here. It is a dead zone.

I am alive. Ridiculously healthy. My folks are alive, and also ridiculously healthy. In the grand scheme of things. I have no needs unmet. Well, except Audrey. Who will haunt me to the end of my days.

I am indeed a lucky man.

Last updated December 10, 2016