This is not about me having every airplane rating, even had a jet, and now when needing to do something on the computer it’s necessary to ask some six year old girl. Feeling like a genius when some kid showed me how to turn the dam thing on. After a little Air Force time, did some commercial flying, the last job, ferrying passengers from Germany to the Middle East. And that only due to losing my job. A job with the esteemed title of:: ‘errand boy’ working for the highest money winning gambler in the country, which probably makes it the world. Mister William Duarte. He decided to leave for some better gambling locations in heaven somewhere. A man of such integrity, a person who knew how to get things done, a person who could not be bought for any reason. It can only be described as unfortunate that he became a gambler. If we could have had him for President, we’d now have a real great country. His honor perhaps instilled in him by the Marine Corp. where he was chosen as a guard for President Eisenhower. Of course, a ‘Jar Head’ it was necessary for me to endure forty two years worth of ridicule for being a ‘pussy airman.’ Me being the only employee of his, he always had three, that lasted more than one year. A word of advice to the wise guys. The biggest problem monied people have is finding employees they can trust and rely on. That happens to be a German trait. About the only thing I can be gratefull for in being raised German and further, being as square as a cardboard box. No partying, smoking, drinking, womanizing or have any of the unsightly tattoos that convey a bad impression on employers. My work schedule went from daybreak to dark, building houses, 365 days a year, to bringing my boss a cup of coffee and a newspaper in the morning, than having all day off, every day, and make double the money I did from building houses. Except for Tuesday, square up day with the bookmakers. Taking from a half hour to an hour. The lowest money ever carried to or picked up, $300,000. Only getting robbed once at gun point, in Memphis on Overton Square. By some quirk, the lowest money I ever had on me. $2,900.
At that, we only worked for three month stretches, mostly only two, but never more than three. Than take three months off. Explaining being able to build seven airplanes, when the average EAAer does one in a lifetime. My next, a three quarter P-51 Mustang.
Due to making my living in the gambling world over forty years time, having a wild crazy adventurous life, I now write books about that period. For about a year I’d be in the library every day. Than discovered the Flying J truck stop on SR 524 and I-95 in Cocoa. Much more interesting, meeting people, nice conversations, sometimes four and five in a day. And of course, selling a book in the process.
It also became noticeable that about a dozen cars would be there every day. Especially the ones with women sitting in them. Getting into conversations with them did not take long. They are homeless. For me, shocking to imagine a woman living in a car. A couple quite graphic about how they do it, considering hygiene and all. Explaining that the women’s shelter are all full. No more room.
The most interesting one, detailing, penny by penny, how her business collapsed. Thanks to one of Obama’s moves. A whole book could be written on that one. People interested enough can come visit her and hear it for themselves. In the era I grew up in, finding a homeless woman would have been impossible. The men of then, treasured and took care of their women. That was automatic, 100%. As merely living and just getting by became more costly we began seeing women on jobs. That transition, going from none, to what we now have, took about twenty years. Endless cause and effect commentary abounds. Not that any of it matters. What we have is what we have. For me, it became a bit more striking upon meeting the truck stop girls. And to think this is only one little truck stop in one little community. What must it be like in heavily populated areas across the country. Mind boggling to me is wondering how anyone can embrace socialism. Never mind that it has not worked a single time for any period it has been tried in the two hundred thirty five times. Recent history at that. Not ancient history.
Such people have no idea what put us in the situation we are in. It’s so simple. Get rid of all the governmental edicts and programs that stifle the economy. Bring the country back to the capitalist system it was when I was a youngster and then, once again, the men can make enough money to take care of their women. It’s almost amusing to hear some women, and men also, right up to idiots like Biden, railing about the very things that cause the problems they are complaining about.
I felt certain a normal looking middle age democrat woman at the library began fuming to the point she was about to punch me in the face upon offering my opinion that the wonderful programs she bragged about would only lead to another 1929 depression. What is there to guess about? It’s already been proven.
That incident right there demonstrates one of our failures. We can no longer discuss anything in a civilized manner. We better learn how to or we will be sorry. Just like the stubborn thick headed Germans were. That should not be us. We are Americans. Or should that be: We were.