Why I Am a History Fan

It's the old parlor game and I'm forcing myself to play.

From learning how to drive on our farm long before I had a license through my military years in some of the most lethal vehicles in existence to accompanying my elderly father.

A failed hard drive gave me a chance to work off a bit of karmic debt.

A rant about a culture that doesn't require competency with a basic tool of most jobs.

You better Carpe Diem the hell out of what matters to you. Second chances aren't a given.