JSTRM opens the door to the "WayBack" machine once again and it sparkled me back to 1975 and the job at the cemetery. Which was a bit of a non starter, cause I got fired/layed off after a few weeks of labor.
But my job at Happy Joes Pizza and Ice Cream Parlor was secure and I was well loved for my skills and light hearted look at life. I was a junior at Central High in Davenport; in the midst of teen angst, teen joy, and a mastery of life. A helion with a 10 speed Schwinn Raleigh.
"Your asvab test turned out good" said Gary Gemmond my recruiter. "You can get any rate you want except the nuke program". I had hoped for the nuke program; those mysterious squints with their 2 years of training and their promises of instant jobs with a nuke power plant after getting out. Voltaire has Paris and I had math that vexed me....
I choose rate and picked my fate and went into the AFTA program(advanced first term avionics). What could possibly go wrong....?