TCR

TCR, the first letter stands for “The.” The rest is for you to figure out if you can. Am I being impertinent? Absolutely not! I am being me though. I will fill you in on a bit of me, the embarrassing bit of me. I was a lousy drunk for around thirty years, give or take a month. Useless is how I describe myself and included in all the being useless I was useless to myself. BFD. So what? Well, there just might be another out there who has the same debilitating problem I had. However, I don’t go to meetings. I, instead, went to the hospital damn near dead. Nice going moron!

I spent quite a bit of time there learning to walk again. After I got home and mended more fences than I knew existed I got my wife and adult children back. Nice going moron! I was a moron and now I am working with A.I., building my own websites, and working as hard as I once did before moronic behavior slowed me down. I build all types of websites from this one to a similar type by a different company to social platforms like FB and X. No, I didn’t know I could do this before I set about learning how to do this. I know how to run radar and how to spy on nations while serving in war but this stuff never entered my scope of life. I love doing this stuff; building websites of all kinds. Did I mention that I did this all on my own with college having been anthropology and geology? Oh, there was chemistry and a lot of math to but that was long ago. Before computers long ago.

If you have a similar problem it probably means that you are as smart or smarter than I. Once I got back on my feet my wife told me that I was a smart person. That was the first time in my life anyone had said such a thing to me. Usually I was called a moron despite how much I knew and how good i was at most anything my hands and brain wanted to do. I still thought I was dumb. Her comment meant so much to me that I felt free for the first time in my life. Imagine that, free.

So, here I am laying out my dirty laundry for all to see. Except, it ain’t dirty no more. How’s that for mimicking Liz Warren? You . . . wanna beer? Hell NO!

What I am doing here will be self-explanatory. I find most important issues of life being important only after treating others as human beings. If you can’t treat another person decently then you’re just a stray dog. It is love that binds us but, in this world, love is sold not given. Not a good way to run a business, eh? A moronic way to run a planet. A planet with nukes and crazy people all around giant explosives is not a good way to secure the future for our children.

All of this foregoing here was what ran through my mind after coming home from Vietnam. Pretty much each thing I just wrote is what floated in my brain in its own little container that I tried to flush with booze. See how I tie all this jazz together? You handle dead bodies and watch as people you enjoy being around have their heads turned to a red mist right next to you and see if you don’t tend to want a drink a year or two later. If you are aware of a Vietnam vet for the sake of all things holy tell him or her thank you for your service. It was 2010 that the first person thanked me for my service. I got home in 1972. It is nice to be appreciated every once in a while just because you managed to come home in one piece.

I wish you peace and that you will grant others peace instead of raking them over the coals for a political disagreement. Politics stops at the graveyard you know. After that it is judgement and for judgement you want to be sure you’ve done right by everyone. Harness your anger and live and let live. It ain’t easy but it is necessary. Remember the nukes.

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