During the Second World War, my parents immigrated to the United States from Canada during World War II and my father joined the US Army Air Corps, where he became a gunnery instructor at the training base in Harlingen, Texas. Shortly thereafter my mother came to visit him, and that is when I came knocking on the door, so to speak. That explains why I was born in Texas. Apparently, being born in Texas of immigrant parents makes me ineligible to be president, but I can live with that.
After the war we moved to Detroit, Michigan where, thanks mostly to Henry Ford, and a few other visionaries, the job market was booming. When I was twelve years old, I went on a trip with my family to California. My exposure to the American “Wild-Wild West” was suddenly too strong to ever allow me to stay In Michigan. The Viet Nam fiasco was my ticket back to California. In 1964 I joined the USAF, and courtesy of Uncle Sam, I got a free trip Northern California.
I really enjoyed my 30 years in California, but as good as it was for me back then, a warmer climate continually beckoned to me, so in 1991 I left the USA for the warm tropical climate of Central America. There were some things that I had to leave behind, but I have never regretted the move, and once I became a part of “new” culture, I felt as if I were home. There are things that I miss about the good old USA, but one must give up some things to get other things. Maybe this website will provide an insight into what that was for me.
Thanks for being here, and for being part of my adventure. Your input is welcomed, and your participation in the discussion areas is requested.
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