I admit I’ve led an interesting life.
Working in a hospital I routinely dealt with the real life version of what others watch on television.
I’ve worked rescue and recovery operations after tornadoes, hurricanes and floods.
I learned to fly and got my pilot’s license.
I was a supervisor for the resupply of McMurdo Station, Antarctica and watched the sun go in a big circle without rising or setting. I had my picture with a flock of penguins just so I could say, “I’m the tall one in the middle.”
I served in Kuwait, Iraq, and Afghanistan.
I got to play guitar for a USO show.
After so many experiences you’d think I’d have a pretty staid reaction to things.
But when I see one of those small size bulldozers I am reduced to a virtual four-year-old and all I can think of is, “How can I get my hands on one and go dig something?”
I’m sure Tim (the Toolman) Taylor would understand.
Smiling. . .