Memories

During this pandemic-induced quiet time I have been viewing old photos and digital images, reminiscing about the roads I have travelled both literally and figuratively.  While the vehicles a person drives isn’t really that important in the grand scheme of things, especially if you aren’t really a “go faster grease monkey” as we used to say, the perspective during ownership can have an impact on your personality. In a previous blog entry, I mentioned that I got a job when I was 15 years old as a broiler cook at Buckaroo Steak Ranch which was about 5 miles from my house.  Without a driver’s license or transportation, I was relegated to hitchhiking to work either from home or from High School each day that I worked.  While not a full-time job, I still worked 4 or 5 nights a week, usually from 4 to 10 pm.  I never participated in school activities.  I didn’t go to football games or prom, and I didn’t date a pom- pom girl. I changed jobs after about a year, moving on to