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Jul. 28th, 2009
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Jul. 28th, 2009 05:26 pmDoing this post offline as I compose. Just got a call from my credit union about my debit card activity, good to know they are on top of things. Was looking at the GPS to check moon phase and fishing times. That is one feature my Magellan has. Need to get some shoes on and do a bit of work around here.
It is the time of the month when money is short, being paid once a month is a drag, but I have to adjust. This will be life from here on out. I want to remain retired, not be forced to work even part time.
When the sun sets I may work with the chainsaw and do some more tree removal. I'm also going to be clearing out the barn, moving the stuff bound for the dump into a designated area.
A lot to do, and the time to do it is now.
It is the time of the month when money is short, being paid once a month is a drag, but I have to adjust. This will be life from here on out. I want to remain retired, not be forced to work even part time.
When the sun sets I may work with the chainsaw and do some more tree removal. I'm also going to be clearing out the barn, moving the stuff bound for the dump into a designated area.
A lot to do, and the time to do it is now.
History....
Jul. 28th, 2009 06:23 pmAdventures marked my time in the military. I spent a lot of time in training, a lot of language school and more on how to use the tools of the trade. Being a 'spook' meant that the first two and one half years of my 4 year enlistment was in school.
In Monterrey, I was at the Defense Language Institute... where I was learning Polish from native instructors. Part of the instruction was time spent at Stanford University, maintaining a low profile, and studying Eastern European History and Culture. Then there were the weekends in San Francisco, part of the time attending Polonia Society gatherings where we could practice our Polish Language and meet some very beautiful women.
Then there was Haight-Ashbury , my other weekend retreat. I had friends from college who resided there and even with my military haircut, the slight addition of a wig made me fit in well. Thank God they didn't do too much drug testing or I would have been in big trouble.
Sometimes I would just go to Santa Cruz and hang with other friends at UC Santa Cruz. Parties at Arches State Beach, and up in Big Basin. During this time some names of the period crossed paths with me. There was a time when I was 'stuck' in a gas station just north of Santa Cruz on Highway 1 when the local law enforcement was escorting the Hell's Angels out of the area. I sat back and watched as they refueled their bikes and generally had a good time with a cordon of police surrounded the place.
Then there was the time I went to a party in Big Basin at a ranch in La Honda owned by Ken Kesey. I was told not to drink the punch, a bit of good advice, as acid was everywhere. This was the time of his 'acid tests', where acid was the prevalent hallucinogen.
There was the Fillmore West, Winterland, the Meadows of Golden Gate Park, concerts were every weekend, and I saw the best of the era.
Eventually I graduated from Moterrey and moved on to Texas and more training in the spy game....
That will be another chapter....
In Monterrey, I was at the Defense Language Institute... where I was learning Polish from native instructors. Part of the instruction was time spent at Stanford University, maintaining a low profile, and studying Eastern European History and Culture. Then there were the weekends in San Francisco, part of the time attending Polonia Society gatherings where we could practice our Polish Language and meet some very beautiful women.
Then there was Haight-Ashbury , my other weekend retreat. I had friends from college who resided there and even with my military haircut, the slight addition of a wig made me fit in well. Thank God they didn't do too much drug testing or I would have been in big trouble.
Sometimes I would just go to Santa Cruz and hang with other friends at UC Santa Cruz. Parties at Arches State Beach, and up in Big Basin. During this time some names of the period crossed paths with me. There was a time when I was 'stuck' in a gas station just north of Santa Cruz on Highway 1 when the local law enforcement was escorting the Hell's Angels out of the area. I sat back and watched as they refueled their bikes and generally had a good time with a cordon of police surrounded the place.
Then there was the time I went to a party in Big Basin at a ranch in La Honda owned by Ken Kesey. I was told not to drink the punch, a bit of good advice, as acid was everywhere. This was the time of his 'acid tests', where acid was the prevalent hallucinogen.
There was the Fillmore West, Winterland, the Meadows of Golden Gate Park, concerts were every weekend, and I saw the best of the era.
Eventually I graduated from Moterrey and moved on to Texas and more training in the spy game....
That will be another chapter....