I thought I had life figured out, I went to high school, even though I wasn’t a scholar I was no mouth breather either. I played second base on my high school team, had a girlfriend whose daddy thought I was a good kid. Worked in the summers at the local filing station and had my eye on a 1964 Ford Galaxie in red. I had graduated and moved up from pumping gas to changing oil and brakes. I was on my way. I always liked working with my hands and I liked just the excitement and nervousness that came with the first summer after I graduated.