My Plan

I’m out of my caffeinated mind. There is so much that I want to say it just leaves me speechless. I don’t really know where to begin.

When I was in Viet Nam I formulated the idea that if I survived I would write a book about my wartime experience. Since I lacked confidence in my writing skills My Plan was to go to college to study writing on the G. I. Bill, with English as my major and Business Administration as my minor.

Reality intervened and My Plan was thwarted time and again. The Plan to Write a Book still exists, but only in the back of my mind, and only as wishful thinking.

After separation from Active Duty I returned to Milwaukee with nothing but a change of clothes and forty dollars a week in Unemployment Compensation. My life hasn’t really improved any since then. At the time unemployment was 7.5% and rising, peaking at 12.5% during the Reagan years.

It’s all well and good for one to be energetic, focused and ambitious and have a well-considered Plan, but, “when you’re up to your ass in alligators, it’s hard to remember the original idea was just to drain the swamp.”

I spent the next 14 years scrambling just to keep a roof over my head. During that time I held twenty (or so) jobs; few of which paid much more than the rent, but mostly, they didn’t. I also attended three colleges without graduating.

By all outward measures I am a failure. I should be ashamed, right? But in this world there are people and institutions that were and still are, openly hostile to my success; up to and including The President of the United States.

From this, my fruitless search for work, and my long and disastrous academic career, I learned that the only thing you really get from earning a College Degree is arrogant.

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