~ Years 41 to 50 ~
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Accepting discharge from the Air Force, my sons
and I returned to the state of Oregon, where I worked for a while back
at the fruit packing plant where I had started my life as a wage-earner
before moving to the south coast for a while and ultimately to a small
town near the mouth of the Columbia River where I took a job as a Security
Sergeant with The Pinkerton Agency.
Before long, however, this offered very little
challenge, and even less in pay, so after less than two years on the job
I applied for, and was accepted for a position with the City, and soon
found myself at the Oregon Police Academy undergoing "basic trainng" of
another sort. Shortly thereafter I graduated with class No.37 of the Oregon
Police Academy, First in my class, holder of the Lee F. Bown Award, and
a certified Police Officer. A new career had begun. My sons
entered Junior High School, we moved out of our small, three-room
cottage and into larger quarters, and life was on track for all three of
us.
Things seem to have a way of changing and, as
the boys (and I) grew older it seemed that there was something missing.
It was during this period that I met the lady who, it seemed, was the answer
to what had been missing - a woman's touch - and a few months later I again
took the plunge. Yeah, it seems that some of us never really learn. Changes
in our lifestyle were made to the better and lo and behold, less than a
year later - the real change came along.
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