Re: So...what's ur occupation?
Analyst by current job title. Lifelong infantryman (Ret.).
I am a student 90% of the time; the other 28% I teach.
I am an amateur sophist. Not really. It's true!
Mostly I am an enjoyer of life. Except when I am complaining, which is mostly during the day, evenings or after nightfall.
Dad, father, neighbor, friend.
For as long as my heart beats - A US Marine.
Sometimes I read, write or attend meetings.
Other times I plan meetings to schedule more meetings.
Once in awhile, I speak on the phone.
Did I mention that I meet with people a lot at meetings?
I study warfare. Mostly its about economics.
Unless it involves warriors.
I am fascinated with ancient weapons, and schoolbus paint schemes (what are all those numbers?).
I keep a Bible nearby. And everything Hans Morgenthau penned. And the FMFM 6-3, 6-4 and 6-5. And a Strider knife. And my hogstooth-earned that. I follow baseball whenever Cincy goes through a season undefeated. (Put Pete and Joe in the Hall!) I especially like the colorful players of the tobacco card era. Sometimes I watch football. Fran Tarkenton seems to be having a great year. I shoot the bow a lot. And the rifle. Sometimes the pistol and shotgun and grenade launcher. Been awhile for a rocket. I am fascinated with real mountain climbing like the Eiger but don't do it because I do not have the skills or courage. Climbed Mt Fuji once. And Kilmanjaro. And Suribachi. I have a lifelong partnership with tobacco farmers. Hate that stuff but no one likes a quitter. I am not very good at anything but try to make up for it by knowing all the people that are, and like Pete, I hustle. I have had 18+ years of education not including military schools and I am typing this with 3 fingers, and a thumb (for the spacebar!). I collect ballcaps and try to wear them at inappropriate times. DEA for inner city, GAP for FN Meetings, Bud Light at AA meetings, and my best one ever....at the grand opening of the new wing at our church - this one, ""If you ain't been to Pohang, You ain't shit."
I do spend a lot of time fantasizing about the ultimate profession: farming. But I only have 5 acres.
At the end of any given day day, I can only hope that people say, "That Tyrone, he is a good feller for a 6 foot 8 inch black man from Watts with a felony record for jumping on stage at the The Button in Ft Lauderdale after being on the USS Shreveport for months and grabbing the mike from the singer so he could belt out The Ride by David Alan Coe."
Alaska, Texas and the Rocky Mountains all have a pull on me but my wife says no more moves. My second wife is just beginning school somewhere in Sweden. I have told no one.
At the end of my days, I can only hope to sleep peacefully way out in some forgotten corner of some military cemetery down below the high ground where my heros lie.
And so it goes...
