US Army Retired

US Army Retired

Monday, August 7, 2017

What the Hell is Going on at Fox News?

First, the nitwits who run things over there let go their number one ratings getter, Bill O’Reilly.

Then, they let their number two rate getter, Sean Hannity, stay under constant attack by the left and do nothing to assist or defend him.

Now, it’s Eric Bolling.

They suspend him due to an unfounded and anonymous hit piece that shows up in the most leftist news rag in the universe.

Fox News has suspended Eric Bolling following the report last night about allegations he send(t) lewd photos to female colleagues.

Mediaite received the following statement from Fox News:

Eric Bolling has been suspended pending the results of an investigation, which is currently underway.

The Fox News host is facing allegations laid out in a Huffington Post report from last night that he sent “an unsolicited photo of male genitalia” to female colleagues. The reporting cites “14 sources in and out of Fox News and Fox Business” and contains the following details:

The women did not solicit the messages, which they told colleagues were deeply upsetting and offensive. One of the recipients said that when she replied to Bolling via text, telling him never to send her such photos again, he did not respond. Four people, outside of the recipients, confirmed to HuffPost they’d seen the photo, and eight others said the recipients had spoken to them about it.

Fox News said in a statement yesterday they plan to investigate the matter, and the investigation is being conducted by the law firm Paul, Weiss.

Bolling’s Saturday morning program Cashin’ In was taped in advance, but did not air this morning and was replaced by a half-hour of America’s News HQ instead.

Guest hosts will fill in for Bolling on Fox News Specialists and on Cashin’ In during his suspension.

Now let me see if I’ve got this right.

These so-called porn pics could not b traced directly back to Bolling.

Not a single one of them exists to back up the claim.

Not one of the recipients has stepped forward to publicly speak up.

This comes from the Huffington Post, a partisan organization determined to collect conservative scalps. It also has a sensationalistic reputation and provides relatively little in the way of strong journalism. Can it be believed? - Hell no!

Though HuffPo cites “a dozen sources” (then “14” further down), not one is on the record. Given the large payouts offered to others with similar complaints inside Fox, this seems hard to believe. With new management, it’s difficult to imagine any repercussions from stepping forward. It’s actually more likely to make someone termination-proof (the publication claims a confidentiality agreement stands in their way). So who are these people?

The texts were allegedly sent “several years ago”, but the story fails to provide a date.

There’s no indication the texts were preserved for use as evidence.

Though the women who received the texts believe the phone number was his, it doesn’t seem 100% clear: “The women, who are Bolling’s current and former Fox colleagues, concluded the message was from him because they recognized his number from previous work-related and informal interactions.”

Why didn’t those affected come forward last year, when Fox was rocked by sexual harassment scandals? There was no reason to hold back.

Sadly, this is the best his hack lawyer can come up with: “Mr. Bolling recalls no such inappropriate communications, does not believe he sent any such communications, and will vigorously pursue his legal remedies for any false and defamatory accusations that are made.”

He “recalls no” such messages? It should be EASY to remember whether a person has sent X-rated texts to co-workers. Memories should be clear.

I know there will be much more on this but I can just about guarantee not one of the females hinted at will step forward to directly accuse Bolling. Not one single picture will show up.

And the wimps who run things at FoxNews will let Bolling hang in the wind without doing one thing to support him.

I’ve watched FoxNews since the day they came on the air and still spend a goodly number of watching it. However, if they keep up this crap, I will find something else to watch. I get all the news feeds I need from Feedly and will only miss some of the true Hotties with lots of legs they routinely put on air.

We will see what happens.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Current Voting in the US Senate

For those who feel like me, this is the message I just sent to my US Senator

Senator Heller

I am retired from the United States Army and voted for you when you first ran for the Senate and then re-election. I voted for President Trump and am proud of it.

I voted for you to be Nevada’s Senator twice.

I now greatly rue those votes. I never believed I would be voting for a spineless individual who caved into the recent barrage of televisions ads demanding you vote against the repeal and replacement of the ACA. I honestly believed you would support the American people instead of bowing to Harry Reid’s political machinations.

I, like more and more Americans, believe that the United States Senate is no longer a functioning legislative body. Those like you calling yourselves Republicans bow to the obstructionism of the Democrats. If, in 2013, you introduced legislation to suspend $440 million in IRS funding for the ACA, why can you not even take the lightest possible vote for the repeal of that horrible law? You did this only for the publicity?

I think one of the best things President Trump could be would be to rescind the decision that Congress is a small business and force you and your fellow legislators to come under the ACA. What is good for Americans is not good enough for you? I’m certain just how quickly you and your fellow RINOs would change your minds.

When you run for re-election in 2018 I will do everything I can to help find a true conservative to replace you. Someone who will back the agenda of American voters as being followed by President Trump.

I have made this available to others on the internet.

Master Sergeant, US Army – Retired
North Las Vegas. Nevada 89302

Monday, July 10, 2017

“Should be held accountable”

Tis the mantra from the Left and their lapdog journalists. Especially when there are whining and complaining about President Trump.

When did you ever here them say that when it came to Barry Hussein?

I took my daily 20 minute tour of Clinton News Network this morning and that was the first thing I heard from the talking head of the moment. I was not the least bit surprised to find it was about the so-called Russian collusion to give Donald Trump the presidency. This time about one of his kids.

Is there no other “news” in this world worth them reporting?

So what if one of the president’s sons reached out to someone supposedly associated with the Russians? Wouldn’t you if you were trying to help your father become president? Ain’t nothing wrong with that.

And sure as a hell a lot less evil than selling millions of uranium to the Russian in return for lots of $$$$ into your personal coffers while Secretary of State.

Like so many, I read or hear of this crap on the “news” and I just shrug and realize how much deeper into the dirt the Lame Street Media is digging itself.

You? What’s your reaction?

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Women and Islam

A 9 year old girl is attacked on her way to school because her dress is barbaric, signaling her to be a whore.

A woman on her way to work is gang-raped because she was not modestly clad.

Women and their female children are tossed out into the street with nothing but the clothing on their backs because their husbands and fathers no longer find them favorable or acceptable.

Women are stoned to death for being seen in public with a male who is not their father, husband, or other male relative.

Just because they displeased their husbands.

Women and young girls slaughtered because they dishonored their families.

This is no longer news. It is an ongoing litany of Islam in western society as Muslim males force their Satanic ways on a society with Judaic/Christian moral values.

And, when the culprits are brought before western judges, they are released because “they simply do not understand our ways.”

I thought ignorance of the law – or gross barbarity – was not an excuse for committing criminal acts.

And, where is the outrage from western media and – gasp – feminist activists? They show their outrage because of an innocent remark they find chauvinistic but remain quiet while these animalistic acts go on – and on, and on.

I find this unfathomable. I don’t understand it. Will someone please explain it to me. Please.

Friday, June 23, 2017

The Media Versus The News

Every morning I go through hundreds of websites reporting a huge variety of subject from military to writing to politics and news from here, Canada, and Europe as well as the rest of the world.

Clearly, there are a whole lot stories than those reported in the Lame Street Media that appears to be mesmerized with the supposition that Russian somehow affected the election, making Hillary lose in spite of all the reasons she was supposed to win.

So, the question is: when did journalism go from seeking verification of stories of interest to the public to editorialization using unnamed sources? When did reporters on television and the radio become no more than talking heads, reading stories written by anonymous producers? How often do you actually see someone claiming to be a reporter actually on the scene of an event?

And how much of the “news” is actually no more than propaganda espousing a particular leftist agenda?

Fortunately, I have my Feedly and other sources to review news and opinions from a wide variety of sources. In addition to Feedly and The Drudge Report, I recommend BadBlue @ for sources of news.

Try them out and make your own mind up. 

Thursday, June 8, 2017

The Hearings – Witch Hunts.

My morning news search came across literally hundreds of pieces on the hearings yesterday (Jun6th) and today (Jun7th). It’s as if there’s nothing else going on anywhere else in the world.

And the slants on them are so clear once cannot miss what’s going on. In every single case they report efforts to seek negative information about President Trump and his successful campaign for the presidency. The Democrats are almost livid in their questioning, trying to uncover the slightest evidence that the Trump campaign somehow connived with Russia to keep Her Highness Hillary out of the White House. The Republicans are there because they have no other choice but to defend their knowledge that there was absolutely no connection from the Trump campaign and the Russians.

My question is, Who are the Russians for Heaven’s sake? Putin is not so stupid as to let himself ever be connected with such an effort. So, if there was a Russian effort to effect the election, it came from some deeply hidden and highly secret individual hacker.

And, of course, both sides are meticulously avoiding the fact that the USA has, on many occasions, done everything it can to effect elections in other countries.

I’ve really tried to watch the hearings with an open mind. But, when one of the Democrat Senators berates a witness numerous times with different versions of the same question – still getting the same answers – it gets old. The Republicans are really trying to show sincere interesting in “getting to the truth,” but it’s clear they’re there because they have no other choice.

And there is, of course, the media. The news organizations are in an orgy of calling for the impeachment of the president or the nullification of the election so that Hillary Rodham can gain her rightful spot in the Oval Office.

That is exactly what this whole thing is about. 7 months after the election, the media simply cannot accept the fact that the American people lawfully elected the current president without outside interference of any kind. After all, they did everything but crown her with the presidency before November 8th.

So, what will happen after all of this?

Absolutely nothing. Comey will be the ex-Director of the FBI, a new one has been nominated and will be confirmed, and President Trump will remain just where he is – the Oval Office.

Oh yeah. Who’s watching all this? Most likely retirees like me who’ve already made up our minds on the outcome, government bureaucrats sitting in their offices watching TV instead of doing whatever it is they’re supposed to be doing, and political hacks who believe their whole lives orbit about the outcome of this sideshow. (No, it’s not even one of the shows in the main tent of the political circus.)

Have you watched?

What are your views?

Sunday, June 4, 2017

My Thoughts on Terrorism in Europe

I was blessed to spend my military service there in a more peaceful time.

I started near Bordeaux, France that had a community of Algerians who practiced Islam. They integrated with the French and welcomed outsiders into their community. The signs on the shops were in French and there was little to divide them from the rest of the city.

I returned to France after the Berlin Wall and the Iron Curtain went up. The disruptive members of Verdun were not from the local Muslin community but French Foreign Legionnaires ousted from North Africa.

I will admit that I found most French people haughty and less than friendly to we American GIs. But, they lived in peace amongst themselves.

I next spent time in Germany. A little stiff-necked and frosty to outsiders, but tolerant and peaceful.

My final tour was in Austria. I honestly don’t remember there being an isolated community of non-Austrians. Assimilation was the key and no particular groups set themselves aside from the rest.

So, I have been paying attention to what has gone on in Europe for many years. I read of the Muslim youths in France going on rampages and torching cars. The official claims said it was because of high unemployment among their population. It never dawned upon me that perhaps that was caused by their refusal to become French as had their parents.

I was also aware of a movement to let immigrants from Middle Eastern and African countries in to perform menial jobs that Europeans would not. Left to secondary status, was it a surprise that they did not assimilate and set themselves aside in their Muslim enclaves?

I find it so sad to see what has happened there. I spent many enjoyable hours in beautiful, historical places soaking up things that we savor and enjoy here in America. I cannot image returning there now. Not when just taking an evening stroll can find you ending up in a hospital – or grave.

But, here’s the bottom line to me. Our politicians and government bureaucrats have to see what has gone on in Europe. But, they appear to be ignoring it! How many Muslim enclaves are we now finding here in the USA? How many locales and groups are calling for Sharia Law that is completely opposite from our constitutional freedoms/ How soon until we too find it perilous to take an evening stroll or attend a concert?

I wrote a novel about terrorism in Las Vegas. My research came up with things that frightened me when I wrote it nearly ten years ago. Those perils are still here and I wake up every morning wondering when it can happen here. A bomb left in an unobtrusive spot where large crowds gather. It doesn’t need to be a suicide bomber but one of those on the crowded Strip or Downtown could raise havoc.

I just hope we wake up and take steps to defend ourselves and not become terrorist targets like in Europe, the Middle East, and Africa. Terrorism is everywhere. Just please keep it away from America.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Our National Anthem

How many times over the past Memorial Day weekend did we hear our national anthem? And sadly, how often did we see people fidgeting, clearly unhappy at having to “waste their time” being delayed to get where they wanted to be or do what they wanted to do.

Sad, isn’t it?

Now, we have individuals or groups actually protesting at the playing of the anthem. Do they not understand what it stands for? The lives lost in protecting our right to sing or play it? Have they become so mind-numbed or brainwashed that they cannot see the freedoms and rights we have? The very things the anthem stands for?

We even have those who demand we stop playing our national anthem at the start of events – especially sporting events. Is it okay for every other nation in the world to play theirs but not for us to play ours?

I will refrain from making personal observations on what I think those protestors should do or where they should go.

A bit of a diversion.

I also listened to some great versions of America the Beautiful. In my own not-so-humble opinion, THAT should be our national anthem! Carefully listen to the words and tell me this isn’t a love song to America. It’s a whole lot easier to sing and the words are the kind that stay in one’s heart. Sadly, the part of “from sea to shining sea with brotherhood” no longer seems to be true.

Kinda like our national symbol being the Bald Eagle when Ben Franklin thought it should be the turkey.

Always love comments. Until next time.

Saturday, May 27, 2017

I’m a Deplorable

And proud of it!

The ‘Frisco Hippies were the ones who got me interested in politics. Their attacks on my fellow GIs opened my eyes to what was going on. Being on active duty, I was barred from taking part in partisan politics but I wanted to DO something.

I was stationed at the Presidio of San Francisco and looked around until I came across a group that seemed to fit my political viewpoints – Common Cause. Its avowed program was to open up politics to the public. Make all government meetings public and have all campaign contributions open to all.

Seemingly valuable goals.

I worked hard as a volunteer in their office downtown and even was honored with a couple of bit parts in public service announcements filmed by Francis Ford Coppola.

And then, after a number of months, I began to realize it was nothing but a left-wing front group with operational guidelines opposed to everything voiced openly. An over-payed staff that was very secretive about their inner workings.

I took a hike and never looked back.

I’ve always voted in every general election since I turned 21. However, after my experience with Common Cause, I’ve avoided active participation in the political process beyond voting.

It’s only in the past few years since being forced to retire due to Agent Orange disabilities that I’ve become semi-involved by participating in online political discussion forums. I’ve also come to understand just what my political beliefs are. I am neither Democrat or Republican no Liberal or Conservative. In Nevada, I’m registered as Republican simply because it’s the only way I can be involved in primary elections.

So what am I? I’m a Constitutionalist.

Now, on to the Deplorable label.

I’ve of course been aware of Donald Trump for many years. His marriages, divorces, and obscene wealth. With Obama’s term coming to an end, I was aware that the Left and the media had already determined that Hillary Clinton was entitled to be the next president and nobody could possibly stand up to and beat her.

The thought of that disgusted me. Seeing the Clinton Crime Syndicate back in the White House was beyond anything I could digest.

But the GOP was only offering its typical bland, faux-conservative slate of candidates – all of them vapid and uninspiring.

And then, Donald J. Trump stepped forward to announce that he was running to be president.

I didn’t care what party ticket he was running on only that he was going to self-finance his campaign and limit donations to individuals and not special interest groups. A true outsider. Someone not born and bred to be a politician with no hands on experience running things or meeting a payroll. So what that he had no “government experience?” He’s certainly spent decades dealing with government and faceless bureaucrats in his real estate and construction efforts. Someone who’s been there with you and me.

And most important was the virulent opposition to his candidacy by the media.

So, I used every opportunity to support his campaign online. And, I voted for him in the primaries and the general election. Others had doubts but I knew before November 8th that he was going to be our 45th president.

So, how do I feel he’s done to date.

Great. In spite of the constant vitriol from the Left and lack of support by the GOP majority in Congress, he’s is moving forward every day to keep the promises he made while running.

Heaven forbid. A politician keeping his promises! Since when has that ever happened?

The Secretary of State is wiping out the 7th floor Obama appointees and the same is happening throughout the executive branch in other departments and agencies. Just what is needed.

The more the Left and the media attacks the president the more people like me support him. The 2018 midterms will all but seal the fate of the Democrats and there will be a marked increase in third party participation. A lot of incumbents will be receiving their walking papers on both sides and will just might see some major refinements and improvements in how Congress works.

I am predicting right now that he will run for a second term. And he will win. In a landslide.

Enough for now. You’ll be hearing more from me on a regular basis.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

A Slight Change of Direction

Up to this point, the thrust of this blog has been talking about my experiences in the military with the hope it will help young people understand what life in the armed forces can be like. I intend to continue in that way to some point.

But, I also intend to use this forum to speak out about things I see in the world as I see them. In that vein, the following is going to be my very first opinion piece. I hope you enjoy and am looking forward to your responses.

Underestimating the Smarts of Melania Trump

There’s been a whole lot of media attention on a couple of instances of the First Lady “swatting away” the hand of the president. That same media has totally ignored the instances where they walked together hand-in-hand, close together.

Let’s stop to think about that for a moment.

Melania is European with that outlook. She is also a very intelligent and successful lady in her own right. And, last but not least, she is a mother. Part of her experience is dealing with visuals and their importance in the scheme of things.

Has anyone stopped to think that perhaps she is the one leading the visual effects of the president’s trip? Maybe she understands there are times when the president is representing the country she loves and needs to stand alone as its Chief Executive. And, maybe there are others when she understands its in his best interest to be a husband and father.

Let’s compare those times.

Walking across the tarmac or meeting foreign leaders. She takes a role in the background and lets the president take the lead. Walking to holy places like the Church of the Seplechre or inside the Vatican, they hold hands as she is at his side in the place she feels she needs to be.

Interesting, isn’t it.

Sunday, March 19, 2017


Pico Heights

It was harder to adjust to civilian life than I'd expected. The conformity and structure were gone, leaving a sense of loss and even comfort. I learned that you can't go back to where you once were. All my friends from the foster home were gone, as well as those I'd made in church and school. All were married with their own lives. I didn't fit in.

Returning to Los Angeles, I moved back into the tiny room in which I'd grown up in Grandma Duple's house. I was still angry with her for not telling me the truth of my birthright and that neither she nor the people I'd thought were my parents were related to me. (That's another story.) But, I'd been sending her an allotment with part of my military salary so she really didn't have room to complain. She just hinted, not too hidden, that she expected me to pay rent for living there.

Bought my first car, a 1957 Ford Fairlane hardtop coupe. It was black with gold trim and had a big Police Interceptor V8 engine under the hood. I loved to drive around in it and put all sorts of miles visiting Griffith Park and the various beaches - especially those not visited by the general public. Normally they were beyond Malibu but before reaching Point Magu. I enjoyed going over the hills to the San Fernando Valley as it was truly wilderness and the valley was generally farms and groves.

Finding a job was harder than I expected. My lack of actual shop time made me undesirable for working in heavy equipment shops. Mechanics needed their own set of tools so that left that option closed. My only other choice was to work in a filling station – as gasoline stations were known back then. It was a Chevron up in Hollywood with full service and a garage bay. At first, I did the check under the hood and clean the windshield, helping the owner in the garage now and then. He then put me in the evening slot where I ran the place by my own – with a very slight raise. I often did emergency repairs and the tips were more than welcome.

There was a local bar on Pico a block from Normandie that I’d passed a lot as a kid. Once I was out of the army, I used to stop in regularly for a drink - never beer. I got out in April so I was not yet twenty-one, the legal age for drinking. I’ll never forget being in there the night of my birthday - alone as I hadn’t really found anybody to socialize with. The bartender came up and carded me. He roared with laughter to find he’d been serving me underage and gave me drinks free until closing time.

That was one thing I couldn’t get used to - there was no closing time for bars in France. A whole lot of things were not like they were in France.


I had no choice but to visit the man I'd thought was my father. He had married a great woman named Kit and it was only because of her that I visited. Jack was very sick with emphysema and heart problems, having spent his entire life smoking unfiltered cigarettes and downing quarts of booze at a time. I barely entered the house and he asked again why I wouldn’t change my name to his. I managed to keep my cool enough not to get into a fight with him. Kit asked and seemed to understand my feelings. Jack still occasionally played a Hammond organ he had. Patty, his daughter, was growing. Several times, he let me sleep in a travel trailer he had in the back yard. That allowed me to get away from Duple and her constant demands.

My ersatz cousin Bobby had a Triumph TR3A. I remember how one had to prime the engine before starting it. I loved to drive along Pacific Coast Highway. A 1957 Chevy Corvette pulled up next to me at the traffic light at Sunset Blvd, just past Will Rogers State Park. There was no question we were going to race. Had a girl with me (don’t remember anything about her) and she braced herself. The light changed and he easily beat me to Topanga Canyon Road. I dared him to race me up the canyon and he smirked. Figuring he’d beat me so easily on PCH, he figured he’d do it again. I have no idea how fast we actually went but I know there were no few times when my companion thought we were going over the edge into the abyss. (Ah, the follies of youth) I beat him as the TR3A was designed as a road racing vehicle and the Corvette was too heavy and did not handle sharp curves as easily.


Nevada Highway

The highway stretched for miles, lit only by the full moon. Young, brave and foolish, I drove without headlights once we turned onto the highway to Ely. Late night in the true Nevada wilderness, the miles passed swiftly without a single light from a human abode for hours at a time.

Kit worked for a publisher of livestock magazines. She knew I was bored with the job I had at the time and learned of a ranch outside of Elko that could use hands to mow acres upon acres of hay. She also knew I had the experience from my days at the ranch.

I don’t remember who they were or how I met the other three, only that they were a bit younger than I and eagerly looked forward to working on a ranch. We left Los Angeles early and made it to Las Vegas in a reasonable time - especially as it was only a two-lane highway most of the way. I remember the long haul over El Cajon Pass from San Bernardino to Victorville. The road was familiar as I’d driving it numerous times when I lived at the ranch. Some brothers down San Timoteo Canyon had two big trucks they used to haul baled hay from there for various dairies in the area. Back then, Victorville had few houses as it was an area where they raised alfalfa. By irrigating, they could harvest three to four times a year. One of their methods was to start at one side of the field and, by the time they reached the end, they could return and start all over again.

Barstow was a major junction of highways and railroad lines. I remember the rail yards filled with massive steam locomotives, often five or six hooked together to haul mile-long trains over the mountains.

We stopped at the same hotel in Vegas I’d been to ten years earlier, this time the difference being was that I was legal and played several hands of Blackjack - I seem to remember winning enough to fill the car’s tank and paying for my meals from there to Elko.

Kit had given me a map with detailed direction so I had no trouble finding the highway north to Ely. That was where I drove for miles upon miles without the headlights in the Ford turned on. Only when we saw signs warning of livestock did I turn them on. That proved to be wise as we did pass a lot of grazing cattle. To this day I don’t understand what they found to eat, but guess it was sagebrush and other desert plants.

We saw the lights of Ely from fifty miles. Even though in nineteen-sixty-one there weren’t a whole lot of people living there. The biggest attraction was the lone casino and nearby brothel. We didn’t think of using the second as we’d been told there were a couple in Elko.

The stretch between Ely and Wells was as barren and isolated as earlier parts. The big thing was highway fifty at Wells that provided a major travel route from San Francisco east.

We made Elko by daylight and stopped at the casino for a cheap breakfast. I will never forget the massive stuffed Polar Bear in the lobby. The damned thing had to be at least ten feet tall!

The ranch was located outside of town with a river running alongside of it. The owner welcomed us and showed us to our bunk room. He provided us with Panama hats with thick netting and heavy gloves. We’d already been warned to bring long-sleeved shirts. We also learned to tuck our Levis into our boots.

As I was the one with the most experience driving a tractor, I got to drive the big John Deere to mow the alfalfa. I was already aware of how mosquitoes loved to live in the alfalfa but I never imagined so may truly big ones could exist in such a relatively small area. They rose in clouds that obscured one's vision and sought every and any opening. Even with the gloves, long sleeves and netting, one ended the day covered in bites.

The other three had the odious task of raking the hay that had been already cut into rows for later baling. The ranch owner did the baling. I guess he didn’t trust Green Horns with his most prized piece of equipment.

The pay wasn’t great but for the time and place, it was fine with us. I covered my share of expenses for the trip -- the others chipped in for gasoline and the water we paid for to carry in the canvas bag hung to the front bumper.

Saturday night in Elko, Nevada was not exactly a hopping fiesta. The locals wanted nothing to do with us so there wasn’t a whole lot of choice of where to go or what to do. We visited the two casinos and then went to the seedy side of town to visit the legal brothels. I gotta admit that the girls there were nowhere as entertaining or experienced as the ones I’d known in France.


While my friend in Redding had a great job with a good salary repairing construction equipment, I was unable to find a similar job. As stated earlier, the closest I got was working in a full-service gas station where I did emergency repairs at night. Tried getting admin jobs but all were for females.

Finally took a job at National Cash Register, the deal being that I was to go to school to be a repairman and installer. As it would take some time before the class opened up, they suggested I “temporarily” work in their parts room. The job was okay but I couldn’t see spending my life doing it. The old man that ran the place was very impressed with my skills and how quickly I picked it up. He went to the boss and told him he wanted me to be his replacement when I retired in ten years. I quickly found that my application to attend school got trash canned.

I moved into an apartment with three other guys - one worked for NCR and the other two at IBM. It was still the time of big mainframes with spool feeds and punch cards. I am going to admit the airline stewardesses who lived in the apartment building.

I simply couldn’t stand the thought of spending the rest of my life in a supply room and went to the nearest Army recruiter. I signed up to receive training as a heavy truck driver - my goal was to serve four years and get out to be an over-the-road big rig driver.

Good luck with that.