renniw52:
Sad to see that many have taken this thread as comic relief. It was intended to be as the name stated. All good things must end I guess. I'm still 63, my father is still failing and my sister-in-law is in late stage 3 ovarian cancer. My wife is a basket case over her sister and I am quite emotional about my Dad. Anyone else care To Be Honest, please chime in.
Rich
Whoa Rich (renniww52)
I'm really sorry to hear about your dad and your sister in law. Please just try, for your own sanity, to remember Ecclesiastes 3:1-8.
So I guess, for what it's worth, I'll try to help steer this very worthwhile thread back on track.
I'm old. I was born in 1958 in Cape Town, South Africa.
I remember, when I was 5, asking my grandma when we were on the bus, why there was a white line halfway down the aisle. She told me that the blacks had to stand behind that line.
We had a housekeeper, and she used to eat her lunch from a tin plate outside in the back. When I asked my dad why, he told me that's where "they" belong.
I was conscripted into the army when I was 17. I became an Ops Medic, and was sent to "the border", which was the border between then South West Africa (now Namibia) and Angola). I spent 15 months there, mostly at a place called Katima Mulilo, seconded to the Buffalo Soldiers.
After I left the army, I joined the only broadcasting station in the country, SABC, as a sound engineer, in Johannesburg, left after a year, and 6 months thereafter, decided to study to become a Catholic priest, in the order of Missionaries Of The Sacred Heart.
After 18 months, the Bishop of Johannesburg intervened and advised me that I needed a different career path. I agreed.
So blah blah ... work ... marriage ... divorce ... new wife ... heart attack.
And now I'm trying to get to Tour Master and having the time of my life.
Thanks to WGT for letting me have fun on my terms, and thanks to a lot of you for your your friendship, kindness and advice.
Cheers,
Peter.