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Last night I stayed up until almost 4 a.m. downloading photos and putting them on my blog and on facebook. Little did I know what I was getting myself into. Now I'm at war with my daughters. I hope I have the upper hand with all the boxes of photos I have beside me, but Jamie drew some serious blood from me with a photo taken in 1980. I have no clue what brought me to put on Carolyn's footie pajamas (and yes there was a flap in the back-lol). I also have no clue why I would let her take a picture of me wearing them. I guess I was unconsciously thinking of the future for when my kids needed some ammo on me. Truthfully, I am having a blast posting on here and catching up with folks on facebook. The only bad things is that it is very addictive. I hate to leave for fear that I might miss something. Yes, I know, you can't really miss something because it will be there whenever you want to see it, but it is so much fun to just punch some lines back at something someone wrote. I think Carolyn thinks I've gone nuts. She forgets that I went nuts years ago. Anyway Girls, LET THE GAMES BEGIN.....

Weekends

I know that it is Sunday and the weekend seems to have flown by. In reality to me, once you retire, one day just kind of melts into the next. The only thing more exciting about weekends it that Carolyn is home and a couple of times a month we get to see our girls and their families. I guess the closest thing that I can compare it to is when I was a kid and it was summer vacation. I can remember loving summer vacation and that the days just seemed to melt together. Often when you ask me what the date is or what day it is, I really have to stop and think. I do know that there have been times in my life when weekends didn't matter. When I worked at the pool and my kids were with me, every day was a weekend. Maybe that is the trick. Find something that you love doing. That way you don't dread going back to work or on the first day of the week all you can think about is the upcoming weekend. I know that a lot of you don't have this option at this point in your lives right now - - But hang in there. Things can always change... Happy Monday everyone.

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Texas

After my discharge, we decided to move to Texas to be near Carolyn's family. We started out living with Carolyn's Mom in Dallas til we both found jobs and knew where we would settle. I found a job in North Dallas doing Landscaping at Valley Ranch (Home of the Cowboys training facility). Carolyn eventually found work as a teacher in Keene, TX. Because of her job, I quit mine and we moved to Cleburne. By this time, Kori was 3+ and Jamie was 1+. My first job after we moved there was working in a bingo hall in Fort Worth, TX. The money wasn't great, but it was a living. It was an interesting experience. It wasn't what I would call a great job, but I did meet a lot of interesting people.

Eventually, I found a job working for a pest control company in Cleburne. They sent me to termite school at Texas A&M. It wasn't a bad job, especially since I knew that I was there because they were going to open a nursery in the spring. I learned the ins and outs of pest control and became known as the "Rat Man". I specialized in the eradication of rodents. I got to see experimental aircraft at Aerospatial while catching rats that were chewing on wires at the facility. I remember that at one little shopping center with a grocery store that I had a kill count of well over 1,000 critters. What a mess. As spring was approaching I was switched over to build the nursery. I prepared the grounds, built a greenhouse and ordered materials for the opening. A couple of weeks before the grand opening they hired a young girl straight out of college. She was a very nice person, but had no real experience. Because she had a degree, she was put in charge of me. I didn't take it well at all. So, I left and got a job at a competing nursery across town. It was new also. It didn't take long before I was rolling. I loved the people I worked with and had a lot of fun. Initially I was working part-time there. So, I took a full-time position working in the hot check department at Winn-Dixie in Fort Worth. It was a small office with a staff that was a lot of fun. You wouldn't believe how some people abuse check writing privileges in this world. They were still using carbon paper between the copies of the forms they used, which was a royal pain if you made a mistake. I had quite a bit of experience on the computers we used from working in the Marine Corps, so I programmed all of the forms we used into the computer and brought the office up to date with the rest of the world. I worked there for a year or so until I decided that I really wanted to go to college.

I began working full-time at Tumbleweed. There was a small junior college in town, Hill College, so I started going to school. I found that at some point after I left high school I developed a brain. My high school grades were not much to speak about. In college I got straight A's. I had one teacher that I took English classes from who was a real hoot. She would decide which classes she would teach each semester and then bug a couple of us to take her class. I had always hated English, but because her classes were fun, I took them anyway. I took almost everything that I could there in Cleburne. When I ran out of classes to take there, I transferred to Tarleton State University in Stephenville, TX (later to become Texas A&M, Tarleton). I took classes with a desire to receive a degree in physical education. The commute was tough, but a co-worker of mine was taking classes there as well so we rode together. Because I wasn't very confident in my math, I took pre-algebra instead of jumping right into the credit course. The book for pre-algebra and for credit algebra was the same. The first half of the book was pre, and the second half was the algebra course itself. Commuting to Stephenville and working full time was taking its toll on me, so I decided that I would drop out of school and stick with Tumbleweed alone for a while. I did take my algebra course back at Hill College. We used the same book we used at Tarleton. The instructor was senile and it was his last class before retiring. I expected to do the second half of the book, but when he gave us the syllabus I found we were doing the same work I had already done. I had all my notes and tests from my last class so it was a breeze. Everyone in class thought I was a genius (if they only knew). That was my last course for quite a while. I was given the management position at the Burleson (home of Kelly Clarkson) store. There were some awesome people working with me and I really gained a lot of valuable experience. Eventually, the owner's sold the store to a family who planned to make it a family operation. Little to say, I was out of a job, but I got a new job working at the GMF Postal Facility in Fort Worth.

Working at the post office was the best paying job, I had ever had. I worked as a mailhandler on the night shift. It was probably one of the easiest and most boring jobs I ever had. The unions had taken over the post office, so I had to join the union. The benefits were good, but the work was very monotonous. Unload a truck, load a truck, sort packages and bundles of magazines. Night after night was the same thing. I became the safety officer at the post office and found that with the union, my job was impossible. I was written up by my own union several times because of my writing up people for safety violations. Heck, black supervisors were being charged by the union with racial discrimination against black employees. The unions won and one black supervisor was booted down from his position. It was all a joke (not funny ha ha). I hated Cleburne and longed to move back to Arkansas, which we did in the summer of 1990.

The Corps

After my Junior year of high school, I enlisted in the Marine Corps. There was one hitch though. Before they would let me get a full clearance, I had to have a hernia operation. The doc at the recruiting station was a quack. I went back to Mena and went and saw the surgeon about this supposed hernia - AGAIN. He told me that I didn't have a hernia - AGAIN. I took his notes back to the station, but the doc up there wouldn't clear me. So, I had a hernia operation for a hernia that wasn't there. What I did have was a cyst (hydrocoele). Once I had the surgery I was all set to leave after graduation. My best friend, Vernon, joined with me and I referred one other person as well so I was guaranteed a promotion upon graduation from training. On June 29th we headed off to boot camp. Not a good choice. Compared to a lot of places, San Diego is not killer hot, but the worst months are July and August. The heat during combat training was murder. I had it fairly easy during recruit training mainly because I knew exactly what I was getting into and was pretty well prepared. Oh the stories I could tell about boot camp. But I won't. I'll save that for another rant.



When I finished boot camp I came home on leave and started seeing Carolyn (more on that in another post). We were engaged on October 19th and later married on December 29th. We started out living with my sister in San Diego and I commuted to school at Camp Pendleton, CA. Once we were able to afford it, we got a little apartment in Oceanside. It was a pretty run down place but Carolyn cleaned it up well. The only things we had to our name other than our clothes was a TV and her car. We couldn't afford furnishings, but somehow things were provided to us so that we could get by. A mattress and box springs was left in the closet of the place we moved in to, so with a ton of lysol, we had a place to sleep. My sister gave us an old beanbag chair that she had and that was our main seat. Slowly but surely we found old furniture here and there and were able to get ourselves set up. Money was really, really, really, really tight. It took the Corp forever to get me registered as married so that my pay would go up. I remember having to resort to giving blood plasma to make ends meet. Carolyn signed on to be a substitute teacher, but that was a disaster. Everyone made fun of her accent. It was very difficult for her because she had never been farther than a couple of hours from her parents. This was a major change.


After graduating from court reporter transcriber school, I was stationed there at Camp Pendleton. I worked in a small office with one stenotype reporter. Our office was busy and the reporter didn't like to have to go to court all the time. I got a crash course in reporting and then became a court reporter myself. I logged over 200 cases before I got out. It was a fairly boring job, but it was a cushy job. I worked with all the brass and was protected as a result. Don't mess with Corporal Gray was the Colonel's slogan (He called us the Two Wallys. His name was Wally Campbell). I was also known as the gopher king in the office. Because the gophers/ground squirrels would rip up the lawn around our office, we had to find ways to send them packing. Whenever I wasn't busy, I would get out the hose and flood their holes . They would drag their soaking wet little bodies down the hill and would be gone for a while. I can still remember the poster they stuck over my desk while I was in court one day. It said "Learn to eat your problems for breakfast" and there was a picture of one of the little rodents on the poster.



One of the first purchases that Carolyn and I ever made was a stereo from sears. It was state of the art. It had a phonograph, am/fm stereo, an 8-track player, and a cassette player. Looking back I know that the system wasn't all that great, but I was proud of it. One of the great things about being a young married couple in Southern California was that there was always something to do. We would go to the beach one weekend, to the mountains the next and to the desert the next. There was no shortage of things to do. Only a shortage of funds, so we did a whole lot of free stuff or at least very cheap stuff. We ended up buying season passes to Sea World in San Diego. They weren't very expensive and we went there a lot. All it cost us was the gas to get there.

In '81 I got to buy a new vehicle. Money was still tight, but we really needed two cars. I had a friend that worked at the Chevy Dealer near where we moved to in Vista, CA. I bought a brand new California Edition Chevy Luv 4X4. This just added to the recreational opportunities for us. It was a good little truck, but it had no ground clearance. My friends and I would go off road 4-wheeling a lot. Their goal was to try to go places that I would get stuck. Many was the time they had to come and pull me off when I got high-centered. I learned in the desert that lowering your air pressure can help to increase traction in the sand. I loved that little truck and all was going well... until Carolyn got pregnant. All of a sudden we realized that my little truck was not going to hold the two of us and a baby in a car seat. So... we traded in both of our vehicles and bought a new Toyota Corolla station wagon. We got it a few months before Kori was born and loved having it. We put a lot of miles on that old car. One of my friends owned a Subaru Brat (the kind with the jump seats in the bed). He used to drive off-road to get to places thinking I wouldn't follow him in the station wagon. He was wrong. It went everywhere he did.

In February of 1982 our first daughter, Kori, was born and within a few days after her birth I was given orders for an unaccompanied tour to Okinawa, Japan. I was overjoyed at the birth of Kori, but was completely down about having to leave Carolyn and the baby stateside. I moved all of our belongings to Dallas and got on a plane for Okinawa. Kori was just 6 weeks old at the time. It was a very depressing time in my life. Every week I would get letters from Carolyn telling me about what Kori was doing and lots of pictures. I felt like an outsider looking at my own family.

After I had been in Okinawa for about 6 months, I was given leave and got to fly home for two weeks. Carolyn had moved up to Mena by this time and was working there. I can remember the long flight home (sitting in a C130 re-fueler). Nothing like a 20+ hour flight in a jump seat (they aren't comfortable and they don't recline) facing a huge fuel storage tank. We landed for a short stop in Anchorage, Alaska and then flew on to Oakland California. There I caught a plane to Los Angeles and then on to Dallas and Fort Smith. Carolyn picked me up at the airport and took me to where she was living at the time. I don't think I have ever been so tired in my life. I was excited to see her and the baby, but I couldn't hold my head up or keep my eyes open. Poor Carolyn thought I had lost interest in her. She found out once I got a little sleep that this was not at all the case. One of the hardest things about coming home was seeing all of the things that I had missed by being away. Kori was 9 months old and was definitely full of vinegar. She only liked 4 people - and I wasn't one of them. She didn't like the fact that I was taking her mom's attention away even for a second. It took a lot of effort for me to hold her without her screaming bloody murder. I was glad to be home seeing my family, but when it came time to return to Okinawa it was even more difficult to return. This time I caught a flight in Dallas, flew to LA, then to Oakland, then to Hawaii, then across the pond to Tokyo, then on to Okinawa. I felt as though I was in the air for an eternity. Time did pass, but it sure wasn't quick. In April of '83 I got orders for Camp Pendleton again. I returned home, packed up the belongings and the family moved again.

This time we settled down in Fallbrook, CA. I was no longer a court reporter. I had been promoted to Sergeant and was assigned to a brand new legal unit (1st Legal Support Team - Delta). We got our operation running on the main part of the base and then 9 months later we moved our offices to the northern part of the base. I was able to apply for base housing, which we got on a hillside with a beautiful view of the Pacific Ocean. Just north of our little home you could see San Clemente, CA with the multi-million dollar homes with the same view we had. It was probably the nicest place we had ever lived in up to that point in our lives. Prior to the move, Carolyn became pregnant with our second child, Jamie. More about my children's births in another post later. Jamie was a welcome addition to our little family and Kori loved her dearly (of course we all did).

After almost a year there, I was given orders for recruiting duty. I attended school in San Diego. I can honestly say that it was the most difficult course I have ever been through in my life. The cool part was that we were at the recruit depot there in SD. It was amazing to see all the changes that had been made in the short 5+ years that I had been in the Corps. I did well in recruiting school and was given my choice of duty stations. I applied for Fort Smith, AR, Dallas, TX and Little Rock, AR. I was given my first choice. I thought I would be in heaven being so close to home. I knew a lot of people there. That isn't a good thing. I have this little fault.... I couldn't lie (or stretch the truth). The Marine Corps and Air Force had the highest requirements to get in at that time. When I found a kid who was trying to decide between college and the Corps, I always encouraged them to go to college. That's not what a good recruiter is supposed to do. A good recruiter isn't supposed to lie, but they did encourage not telling the whole truth. I had a big problem with this. Little to say, my numbers were not good at all. I didn't make it on recruiting duty and got out of the Corps in July of '85. It was an honorable discharge under medical conditions. More about that in another post. When I got out, they moved our belongings to Dallas, TX. I'll begin there in the next chapter.

Mena Teens

In June of '73 we moved to Mena with a full car load. My father purchased a small nursery with a house on the property. Part of the house used to be a general mercantile called the Old Rock Store. It was a four bedroom house on the west side of town. My bedroom served both as where I slept and also as the family room. Money was very tight. Everyone in the family was required to pitch in and help with the business. In theory that was great, but in reality my parents discovered that making my sisters work there cost them more than it was worth. I remember building flats for the plants, building cups for the plants out of tar paper, and then transplanting the seedlings. My sisters didn't care about the business and they would kill many of the plants during this process. Little to say, they were no longer a part of the business. My little brother was too young to contribute. I loved it!! From the time we moved there until when I went into the Marine Corps I worked whenever I could.

I mentioned that I thought that everyone in Mena would be a hillbilly. When school started I learned very quickly that although everyone talked funny, they were no different than everywhere else I had ever lived. I was still one of the smallest kids and no smarter than the average kid. The only thing different about me was that I was short but wore a size 10 shoe. During the summer months, the nursery business is very slow. When we didn't have work at the nursery, I got a job inserting papers at the Mena Star (the local rag). I don't remember what I got paid, but I'm sure it wasn't much. Gone are the days when you can get a job as a 12 year old. When School started I opted to join the football team. In CT I was in the band. I wanted to be the next greatest athlete. The only problem was that I was not gifted in the area of height. I was fast and I could outjump just about anyone, but size was what mattered in football. I got to play a little, but I really didn't have a clue about what I was doing. When football was over, I tried out for Basketball. Because I didn't take a physical in the fall, I had to take one before I could play basketball. Little to say, the doctor said that I had a hernia and couldn't play until I got it fixed. Turns out it wasn't a hernia at all, but I chose to go back to band. I played the trombone and had the edge on others in the band. I had been playing for well over a year while the rest were all beginners. I never did care much about band, but I liked belonging, so I stuck with it for a while. At least until I laughed at something that the band director said and she got mad and told me to quit laughing or leave - so I left and changed to study hall.

Jr. High Football 1973 (I was #39 - the second player from the left in the front row)

Things were moving along in Mena. My family wasn't getting rich by any stretch of the imagination, but we were keeping busy. We grew most of what we sold. We were getting landscape and mowing jobs. During the fall we sold mums and fruit trees. At Christmas we sold poinsettias and christmas trees. January and February were pretty much dead months and I still don't see how my folks got by. We had four greenhouses and three of them had to be heated during the winters. I can remember one winter was especially bad for us. Money was ultra-tight and we didn't have a customer for the entire month of January. Everything was so frozen that we couldn't do any landscaping. My best friend's parents (Vernon) owned a chicken laying house, so I went out there just about every day and helped gather eggs. In return I got crates of eggs and some chicken to take home. That winter we heated the greenhouse with firewood to save money on gas. My father did most of the stoking of the fire, but I took my turns every night. What a nightmare. I know that the temperatures set records that year as well as snowfall records. The snow was awesome, but the cold sucked. I didn't have a heater in my room so I froze at night. I was, however, the only one in my family that never got sick.

I guess I was oblivious to a lot of things that happened around Mena when I was growing up. I never knew that Mena was the Marijuana Capitol. I met people in California and Texas who knew of Mena for just that reason. I did smoke cigarettes and sneaked the occasional beer, but didn't go near the other stuff. When I got to high school, I rejoined the band and made a lot of new friends. I was never very good because I NEVER practiced. I was the foreman of the landscape crew and worked around the nursery when I wasn't on a job. I enjoyed the business and often got to skip school to go on business trips with Dad. We spent a lot of time together. After a hard days work, we would eat dinner and then go out to play some one-on-one basketball. Dad was left handed and had a killer hook. I was probably 16 or 17 the first time I beat him. After that we traded wins back and forth. Although I wanted to play football, baseball and basketball, the family needed me to work to help get by. I don't remember ever complaining. Once I got my license, my pay usually consisted of enough to buy gas and a movie on the weekend. I still treasure the time with the nursery and don't have any regrets about having to work through my teens.

Early Memories

As a kid, I was always the smallest kid in my class. Because I was a military brat we moved around quite a bit. Little to say, I always had to work on finding new friends, only to find them and then have to move. My father was in the Marine Corps (career Marine). He was a busy man and sometimes I had to fight to get to spend time with him. I had 4 sisters (two older, a twin, and one younger). The good part is that although my time with Dad was limited, I can remember that we had a lot of special times together. He had a love of nurseries and landscaping, and would often take me on some of his moonlighting jobs. In 1966 my father was sent to Japan for a one-year unaccompanied tour (without the family). The family packed up and left California to stay near my Mother's relatives in Connecticut. I felt lost. I was the only male in the house at the time and I can't remember getting a word in edgewise. I had a few friends, but mostly I enjoyed spending time with my Grandfather and one of his neighbors, Uncle Charley. Now Charley wasn't really my uncle, but he did more with me and for me than any of my real uncles (no offense to anyone in the family). I can remember at the ripe old age of 6 that Charley took me on a boy scout outing with the troop he led. I can still remember the cool beautiful rapids and the fish jumping out of the water. After that camp out, Charley took me fishing whenever we were in town. He and his wife didn't have any children, so I guess I filled the part of a part-time son for him. I learned a lot from Charley (he died a few years ago).

It was during this year that my Father was away that I got to know my Grandfather. He was an awesome old sole who loved to irritate my Grandmother. He was a quiet gentle man who always showed his love openly towards me. He taught me about building shelters in the woods and how to avoid the wrath of my Grandmother. I can remember one time we were walking together in the woods and my Grandmother started yelling for him at the top of her lungs. I said, "Grandpa, Grandma is calling you". He responded by saying "I know, but I don't hear her". Although I didn't get to spend the time with him that many of my other cousins did, whenever we were together, it was special. I'm not meaning to say that my Grandmother was mean, but she did carry a big stick. I loved this year that we spent in Connecticut for the special memories that year that I will always treasure. Unfortunately, there were a lot of other things that happened in that year that I pray that I will someday forget (a two-bedroom apartment shared by my Mother and my four sisters). My father being gone was probably the worst part of the year.



We lived on the top floor on the right side.





Upon my Father's return, we once again packed up and headed back to California. We lived on a military base in Barstow (in the middle of HELL - the Mojave Desert). Now to some people, it was hell. To a 6 year old, it was paradise. I lived to explore the desert terrain. It's a complete wonder that I was never bitten by a snake. Although the heat soared in the area during the summers, I seemed oblivious. There was always the sprinkler to run through. I can remember that it was hot (often over 110 degrees), but I don't remember it ever knocking me down. It was during the three years that we spent in Barstow that I really began to fall in love with landscaping and waterfalls. I know, Barstow is in the middle of the desert, but it was what we did that became ingrained in my mind. My father and I worked all the time on the yard. We built a small waterfall in the back yard and our lawn was green and luscious. The rock we used on the waterfall was pumice/lava. It was very sharp and I can remember that keeping fish in the pond for any length of time was an effort in futility. The lava would cut the fish to shreds. The place was in bloom year round. My father also did the moonlighting thing during this time and I was almost always with him when he went on his jobs. He usually drove "THE JOLLY GREEN GIANT". The green giant was an old dodge or Chevy (mid 50's). I still want a truck like that old heap. Little did I know then that what I began to learn way back then would follow me forever.

In 1970 my younger brother was born, and my father got orders to go on recruiting duty. He was assigned to Stamford, Connecticut. So, we moved to a nearby town (Westport, CT). Westport was a town full of many high-society types (Paul Newman, Linda Blair.....). We lived in a modest three bedroom home owned by the government for people on special duties in the area. It was a pretty area and I made friends rather quickly. I shared a room with my little brother and my four sisters shared another room (poor girls - LOL). The terrain was very different than what I had grown used to in Barstow, but I love it there. My father didn't get to spend much time with us during this three-year tour. Recruiting during Viet Nam was not an easy task. I did get to go to work with him from time to time and it always made me feel important. Other than that, he was always really busy (something I never really understood or appreciated until I became a recruiter in the mid 80's).

I can remember getting up on Saturday mornings, eating a bowl of cereal, and then taking off and not getting home until dinner. What a different world it was back then. I know that some of the dangers we face today existed back then, but not anywhere to the extent that they are today. I would take off on my bike with a friend or two and we would head out to the local pond or creek and throw stones, fish, or just get downright messy. I was a free spirit back then with no real responsibilities in the world (other than school). I can remember the woods near the house where we lived. The trees seemed huge (they probably weren't all that big, but to a little kid, everything was big). My friends and I decided to build a tree house. By the time we were through, we built a four-story monstrosity that we played in the whole time that I lived there. I remember playing little league (and mostly sucking). I think I made one awesome play the whole three years that I was in little league and it ended the championship game with us winning it all. I was in boy scouts where I was awarded the "pyromaniac of the year" award. I got this while we were playing a game of hide and seek at night. My flashlight died and I couldn't see, so I ran to the fire and grabbed out a big burning log and ran and found the others. In the process, I was dropping sparks behind me everywhere I went (setting the woods on fire). I loved being in scouts, but it was hard because my father couldn't be there.

In the Spring of 73' my father began planning for his retirement from the Corps. My Aunt Lol, who lived in Mena, AR called and told him that there was a large house with a Nursery that was on the market. That was my fathers dream. He knew that this was the direction he needed to go. When I heard that we were moving to Arkansas, I was in heaven. After all, every kid up North knows that Arkansas is nothing but hillbillies. I thought I was going to be living with Jethro Bodine. I convinced myself that I would be smarter, stronger, and better than all the kids where I was going. Boy, was I in for a rude awakening. Anyway, because I knew that we were going to be going into the nursery business, I volunteered at a nursery that was a couple of blocks from where we lived. They were very happy to let me do the tasks that no one else in their life wanted to do. I pulled weeds, watered plants, moved things from point A to point B.... and I did it all with a smile. I loved it. In June of 1973 we left Connecticut and set sail for Arkansas (My Mom, Dad, 4 sisters, myself, and my little brother, a cat, and a dog - all in one station wagon). I'm sure that we looked like the Beverly Hillbillies when we were driving into town.

Now Mena.... That's another post for another day. G'nite all.

Late Night

I am quite a bit of a night owl. A trait which I seem to have passed on to my daughters (much to the dismay of their significant others). When the weather isn't too bad, I like to leave the light on by my pond and just sit and watch the koi. I like to free-write (just put down what pops into my head). For the past few days I have been going crazy in my shed. I have thrown or given away so much stuff that I don't need that it has really made the shed look great. I should have it completely done by tomorrow. After that I will have to decide whether to work more in the yard, or to go crazy in the greenhouse.

I am really looking forward to spending next weekend with Jamie and Joe in Canton, TX. They get the honor of getting up at zero-dark-thirty on Friday morning and driving with me to Taylor, AR, to pick up a load of koi and then continuing on to Canton. Once there they get to help me set up for a weekend of koi selling. I don't have a clue how it will go, but I am really looking forward to being there anyway. I may lose money doing it, but you never know until you try. I am mainly doing it because I want others to get the same enjoyment out of it that I get. KOI ROCK.

I guess that in future posts, I will blog about my background and how I have gotten to the point that I have today.

Dive on in, the water is great