Saint Patrick’s Day 1977 was when it all started for me. I was no years old and had just had my first breath of air in a small town in South Carolina. I was raised by my parents in a very rural setting and learned from an early age that if you want something, you have to work for it.
I joined the US Air Force at the age of eighteen and was told that I wanted to work on airplanes. Luckily for me, that worked out for the best. After spending four years in the Air Force and being honorable discharged, I got a job offer to move to The Netherlands and work on their military’s F-16’s. I took it.
When my one-year contract ended, I moved back to the States and got a job as a field service rep for a welding and cutting company in Florence, South Carolina. I wasn’t crazy about being on the road eight days a week so I moved on to fixing airplanes again. This job took me to Greensboro, North Carolina.
I now live in Winston-Salem, North Carolina with my wife, daughter and son. I work for a small corporate flight department in Charlotte, North Carolina and one of these years I hope to move closer so I wont have to spend so much time in a car being angry at other drivers.
