Musings
 

 

Best connect to KPIG above and maybe have a beer - rebuttals or "but my point is . . . are welcome

 

 Where am I from . . .

 

I don't really know where I am from. I was born in Redbank N.J. but we moved to England when I was less than a year old, so never felt any real loyalty to any one state. I was the first person In England  to own "Born to Run" (actually it was my brothers) This seemed a big deal at the time. I remember being very loyal to the United States when I was attending British public schools and then feeling very international when we moved back to New Jersey, now I just feel different . . . actually I smirk a lot

I find progressive education humorous - to long around academia. I missed most of my sophomore year due to some . . . family issues . . . and had to make up credits and my GPA at the new high school, by taking lots of arts and humanities classes. I applied to all the wrong schools for all the fun reasons and chose the University of Arizona for the sun, fun and the girls (and because Brown, the University of Virginia and CU Boulder had declined my request for admission)  and mainly because I had ridden horses there once at a Dude Ranch in the seventh grade.

I did ultimately reunite with the horse from the dude ranch and relive old times. I went to a wedding there many years later. The groom was from a large Hispanic catholic family an and the bride was from a small (only daughter) Jewish family from back east. On top of that one of the parents had a drinking problem so there was no alcohol being served. I wound up down at the corral with an elicit beer and asked after old Sandy as the mariachis began to play. Finally this old, rundown horse comes on over, pays his respects and asks me for a beer. Well one thing led to another before you know it old Sandy and I are down at the Circle-K picking up as many 40 ounce's as we can carry (Sandy can carry a lot of beer) before you know it we are back at the wedding causing trouble - turns out the Sandy is a good time party horse.

A good time party horse? - Think fraternity guy who winds up 15 years later as the assistant manager of outdoor products at Sears in a town of less that 2000 that's fairly close to a border - now don't get me wrong I liked the times I spent at the fraternity parties ( even the ones that I got the shit kicked out of me) but in the end- the fraternities were not my cup of tea (that's one of those renaissance man colloquiums that let's you know that I have spent extensive time oversees). Anyway that's a good time party horse.

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