Recollections: Brian

Hello Dick!

Here’s my story:  I was 18 years old growing up in Texas.  I was too young to vote or to drink alcohol legally.  However my pastor (at our church), my government (LBJ) and my parents wanted me to go off to Vietnam to fight!

Fight?   Kill or be killed?   Scheiße!   I said “No way, José!”.   Instead I went off to Denmark to work with a bank there.  There were wild, wonderful women there.   So sweet.  I wasn’t in to sex but they were.   Well, instead of that we drank expensive beers, dear 🙂   I so loved it!I a

In my mind I’d left the USA forever.  But my Momma was smart.  She made a deal with the draft board.  If I came back to the USA, I would get a very high draft number, meaning I wouldn’t almost certainly  be drafter.  It worked great.

When I arrived in NYC I only had $7, so I had to ask my brother for a loan for $100.  Easy peasy.

I am a fence sitter.  LBJ was a Democrat.  I called then Democ-Rats, ha ha.  And I called the Republicans, Republi-CONS, ha ha.

But now I am so much happier.  Even with Trump for whom I pray for.  Oh, Jesus and Mary!  🙂

Love,

Brian

P.S.  Later I went to Vietnam to help my German friends there strengthen credit unions.  They could speak English but not French.  In Vietnam they speak French.   I so LOVED it there.  I rode a little motorbike all over, even up to the China border.  Fun!

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