About Me: Once I left HS, I joined the Army, just like the men and some of the women in my family since the French and Indian War. It was awesome! I am 40 now, and all the things I've done are starting to pay me back. Some days it is a real pain trying to get up in the morning. Like I was told by the Colonel, "It teaches you to hate properly." In 1993, I was used in some experiments that kind of messed me up; spine and brain injuries. In 1995, I was made a "Colonel" in the Honorable Order of Kentucky Colonels, by the Govenor of Kentucky. Now that I'm retired, I sometimes think that maybe if I was a pole dancer instead of a soldier, I might still be limber and a happy jack! Since I retired, I've been thinking about learning to be a road-kill salesman or maybe I could be a pole dancer. If I dance on poles, would I have to rub butter on my belly, wear a straw hat, put an eggplant in the back of my shorts, and move to the soundtrack of Xanadu?
