Oh ho hum, the rain has returned. I’m not going back out into the cold ever, but I will dodge the rain into the field, not in uniform. Unfortunately I must do some driving. The Red Rocket Rolls with automatic all wheel drive, well rested...if not for the rain I might have made three weeks with no fill ups...I might yet. It’s close.
I am quite sure that most of us Cold Warriors will not be remembered as being half as great as the greatest generation. I concur. I was not yet a bud on the bush when it all started. I even missed Vietnam. But I got seventeen years of Cold War in, totally off the books by 1989, not then, or now ever having been an employee of the United States Government or any of its agencies.
There Cold War I knew was hot. Big Bucks. We lived easily on the scraps of bloated budgets, hidden way down stream, far from the light and law, the Cold in my Cold War was dark, deep and domestic, mostly. Black actually.
There might be Grey areas in the contracting process, but I never saw anything that bright, ever. Few knew who built the electronic toys and training tools for the many arms and branches of the enterprise. I certainly knew as little as possible for as long as possible.
Out of the blue into the black, I went, and not being the heir or spare nobody really cared if I made it back. I volunteered. I went in Green and came out black, as in crispy...or some might say burnt.
My thirty years of improvising, adapting, and overcoming ended in 2002. I was allowed to come in from the cold, handed an AA, and back out into the fray, to rise or fall as they, the players of the played so desired. I stayed low, well below my means, and kept on keeping on as before, but now a little known entity instead of one that never existed.
This was a whole new ball game, this Raytheon5 thing of theirs. I had suspected a lot, but not half as much as I saw. I was expected to pick it all up on the fly, maybe. All was not well, but I never thought it was.
My fifth pecking project, Raytheon5, begins today, as I have pecked out the last of 302 pages of MAHI draft yesterday. The title For Raytheon5 is an Open Salon Inspired creation of what might be marketable material.
I’m not sure what will become of MAHI, or the three drafts prior that sit in the clouds, about 900 pages of unedited pecking, most of which I have pecked out since OSalon was axed.
I don’t have to do a damn thing, and haven’t for a long time. I’m a volunteer, free to come and go as I please. I’ve never been anything more or less than that. I’ve got no pension, privileges, or perks...my first social security check is in the mail, the first money that I have every been paid directly from the US government in my life. However, I am not denying that my survival and standard of living may be linked in some small way to my forty seven years of volunteer service, as rule number one states:
Things are seldom what they seem
Thank you, Our Salon, for giving me the opportunity to leak openly and honestly through the block caused SCOTUS pick mid MAHI. I hope we all make it to 2020, fearlessly optimistic. Ray always was, that Ray...Raymond Pinnox, the actual hero of Raytheon5. “You know what?” , he would begin....