What do I do? What do I do? Geez, sounds like my second wife's lawyer. I am a small custom home builder. I have more than 40 years under my belt in this business and threaten, every morning, to get the heck out of this occupation and do something less demanding - selling womens' shoes or painting Easter eggs? I'm 59 years old and am living the Great American dream as a twice divorced guy. No one told me it would be extremely easy getting in but worth one's sanity getting out. Kind of like it doesn't cost anything to get into New Jersey but they charge you to get OUT.
I have a terrific son, 21 years old, who is in his third year of Architectural Engineering at Penn State. After every sea story I tell him about being in the USMC, in my missguided youth, I have to remind him that I will kick his behind if he EVER thinks about joining the Corps. I've told him that the USN would be okay since the worst thing that could happen to him would be food poisoning. Then I have to show him a couple of holes I was given courtesy of the First Place winners of the Great Southeast Asia War games '66 - '69.
I also have a sixteen year old daughter who's in her Junior year of high school. She's as smart as a whip and really gives me a lot of guff for being so "old fashioned". Looks like another couple of years begging on the street corners for tuition money.
Yea, life used to be tough - but then - I found the altar of the Cigar Gods. Whew, Maduros, Cuban Seed, wooden matches, ring sizes, Coronas, bundles, medium to full, cedar wrapped and sittin' on the deck in the evening slowly puffin' have all become sacraments in my new religion. Is the taste of a good Maduro wrapper better than sex? Can't answer that one - get back to ya in a few months.