A LONG WAY FROM HOME
I lived with my grandparents off and on growing up, a matter of my father’s career and being relocated from base to base. I looked at their house as my home, where I was the happiest, swallowed up by all the love.
There was an especially hectic time when my father had retired after 27 years of military service and couldn’t figure out what to do with the rest of his life. He was 46 at the time.
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This is the first of three deaths that haunt me, nearly 50 years ago and I can see it plain as day. I can still see her blue eyes staring up at me as she slipped away.
I found myself completely bored to death in Calculus III class at university. The course was held in a big classroom filled with other business or math related majors like myself. 7:00 am, three days a week. I prepared for a lot of numbers and formulas that flew over my head.
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