The "Time vs. Money" thread got me thinking about the path that my life had taken both professionally and personally. It brought back thoughts of what I wanted to be growing up and almost became when I finally grew up.
I remember as a little kid wanting to be a police officer (what 8-10 year olds don't want that?), then eventually wanting to be an NFL player until I realized that I possessed limited athletic abilities compared to many of my peers. Then in high school, I wanted to become a marine biologist but instead settled on becoming a Marine instead my senior year. But if I could be anything in life when I really grow up, I would love to be a teacher or even a college professor. I've taught a few college courses as an adjunct professor, and it was just really rewarding.
So what did you want to grow up to be when you were a kid? Further, if money was of no concern, what would you like to do career-wise?
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In comment 12201285 Milton said:
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In comment 12201251 Victor in CT said:
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Pre cable, which finally came to Lake Grove in 1975. Which unfortunately allowed me to see them lose to the f-----g Islanders in the JP Parise game.
I lived in Lake Grove from roughly 1967-1970. The corner of Lafayette Avenue and Browns Road. Does that ring a bell?
Yes it does, very close. I lived on Eliot Drive off of Old Nichols Road. Could walk to Wenonah Elementary School. Lived there from age 2 in 1966, graduated from Sachem in 1982, went to Dowling College.
I graduated Sachem in 1978.
small world
my dad died young and so did his father. also- I was iinto the sauce by the time I was 14 or so.
flash forward, what have I NOT done? soup to nuts, classic labor all the way up to finance with many varied and strange stops in between.
above all, a loving, dedicated and very patient dad, which trumps any 'yab'
A.....
LUMBERJACK! - ( New Window )
''Off the grid in the wilderness'' kind of sounds fun.
Minus the whole Ted Kazinsky stuff (hey rich, sorry about that other thingy)
So? Did you?
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The first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill.
That's classifed, I'd have to see your clearance sir.
So? Did you?
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In comment 12201530 Zebra3 said:
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The first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill.
That's classifed, I'd have to see your clearance sir.
So? Did you?
Eh...let's not even talk about clearances and classification. That's my world, buddy. And I don't have to worry about getting my hands dirty. I had some scary skilled killers working for me. And I've had death and destruction rain down on pieces of shits, who needed to be killed. Just saying.
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In comment 12201631 RC02XX said:
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In comment 12201530 Zebra3 said:
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The first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill.
That's classifed, I'd have to see your clearance sir.
So? Did you?
Eh...let's not even talk about clearances and classification. That's my world, buddy. And I don't have to worry about getting my hands dirty. I had some scary skilled killers working for me. And I've had death and destruction rain down on pieces of shits, who needed to be killed. Just saying.
Careful big brother is listening, someone might want to run you for public office. Uuurah solider.
I am the Big Brother, buckaroo.
Carry on, good sir!
I think in today's economic environment, you need to figure out your direction earlier than I did. Kids who know what they want to do or have direction / goal entering college are much more successful these days. If they don't have that, get them thinking about it and direct them in accordance with their attributes.
By the late 60's I'd decided that it would be more fun to play professional football. DE to be precise. As a young adolescent, I was playing youth football and had a set of free weights and was doing regular cardio training.
As time went on it was obvious looking at my peers, that I would never be more than an average athlete. Guess for a while in the 60's the Giants D was so bad that I thought I still might have a chance.
Never played football beyond the JV team my sophomore year in HS. Somewhere around age 16 I decided that what I really was, was a poet. Carried that all the way into my freshman year at college.
Took up the drums when I got out of school and pursued a career as a club musician for 10 years. That took me to NYC for a while and eventually to LA. Lived there 25 years. Worked typical musician-like odd jobs in order to pay the bills. Everything from writing gigs to roofing gigs.
Met my wife. Became a parent. Got a job working for a consumer products entrepreneur. Became a purchasing agent, then master scheduler. Changed jobs. Had a 20-year career. Eventually VP Ops. Mid-level companies.
The rest is more personal than I'd care to relate on a public message board.
But I got no regrets.
I turn 60 next month, and am back to playing drums at bars and clubs. These days in and around Newport, RI.
If you ever get to the Gas Lamp Grille an old friend of mine and high school hockey teammate owns it.
Chef is a great guy. Once when my kids were little he took them into the kitchen and let them help prepare our plates.
I can see why that didn't work out.