I was a drifter and a dreamer when I was young. Not counting loads of jobs that lasted less than a couple of weeks, I was Church soloist, a choir directer, a teacher’s assistant, worked in the corn fields of Nebraska, dug ditches as a utility laborer for East Bay MUD, crawled under houses as a termite man, did landscaping, custodial and clean-up work, bussed tables and washed dishes in restaurants, was a bellhop and a houseman (maintenance) for hotels, worked for Ma Bell when the phone company was still a monopoly, worked in Harrah’s casino, Lake Tahoe, cashiered in a Seven-Eleven and in a Berkeley bookstore, did carpentry, was a locksmith, worked in the parts department of a pump and compressor manufacturer, was a census worker, tele-marketer, factory worker, quality control inspector, chocolate candy delivery truck driver and a mailman. I never did really “find” myself, which I now consider a blessing (Matthew 10:39).
Born four months before the end of WWII, I was a war baby, not a baby boomer. I have the ration stamps to prove it. (For the historically challenged, food was rationed during WWII.) I attended San Diego State College in the 60s (before it became a university), served in the Army in Vietnam (D-4 31, 196th LIB), sang in the San Diego Opera, wrote songs and poetry, moved to the SF Bay Area, explored different religions, received Christ at age 31, married at age 33, became a father at age 37, was active in church leadership for about 25 years, and after working in a variety of different jobs, retired from the Postal Service with over twenty years of service.
Writing has been a life-long hobby. My two favorite subjects are politics and religion (the “forbidden fruit” of conversation). Being a “War Baby”, I feel I have a perspective that is largely lost to young people today. The world now is much different than the world I was born into. People think differently. I am annoyed at the younger generations “re-inventing” things, as if anything that is traditional is obsolete. I’m all for making improvements and updating ourselves, but when change ignores the history, tradition and culture that brought us this far, then that “change” is not good. Change should build upon our past, not disregard it.