During the Second World War, my parents immigrated to the United States from Canada. My father joined the US Army Air Corps, and 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, and it explains why I was born in Texas. Being born in Texas of immigrant parents makes me ineligible to be President of the USA, 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, my family took my sister and me to California. My exposure to the American “Wild-Wild West” was suddenly too strong to ever allow me to stay In Michigan. In 1964 the Viet Nam fiasco was my ticket back to California. I joined the USAF, and courtesy of Uncle Sam, I got a free trip to Northern California.
I enjoyed my 30 years in California, but as good as it was for me back then the desire to be warmer weighed heavily on my mind, in 1991 I left the USA for the warm tropical climate of Central America. There were some good things that I had to leave behind, but I have never regretted the move, and once I became a part of a “new” culture, I felt as if I were home. There are things that I do 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 is for me.
I thank you for being here, and for being part of my journey through life. Your input is welcomed, and your participation with me is requested.
Come back often…