My English son in law taught me how to play and keep score. For liability reasons it would not be a good idea to play darts here at Assisted Living and most residents lack the dexterity to play any way.
There was 50 students in my June 1952 graduating class. My good friend and classmate Joe Taniguichi was not long returned from a Interment camp with his family and other Japanese Americans. His older brother was a decorated war hero having served in Europe with a all Japanese American Regiment.
Our mother lived in the suburbs of London during WW2. We wanted her to write down here memories, but she never did. This is not only a great thing to do for your descendants, Lon, but I bet you enjoy it. I like commenting in threads about our childhoods and career paths. Things take such winding turns for all of us...those we seek out and those which are thrust upon us and we respond to (or turn into new learning experiences.) It's good for us to recall the challenges we have surmounted and our personal accomplishments. The one thing I really enjoyed about interviewing job applicants and talking to business owners during my career was hearing their stories. The same applies to reading everyone's stories here.
Funny, when I tell folks the different jobs, and what I've done, in my life (so far), they look at me and say "you sure have done a lot of stuff" and then I have to tell them "well, I am 71 years old". All the way from farming in high school, to the Navy, to being in EMS, to pro-rodeo, to warehouse work, to Purchasing/Inventory Management, to photography and on and on.
I worked retail, drove a Coca Cola truck, managed a 24 hour Hess station (during the Odd/Even crisis), was a mechanic for a Harvester International dealership, and installed electronic security & access control systems in DC office buildings before I got into my Purchasing/Inventory Management career at age 23, which morphed into Business Analysis 2 decades later. Even more [extensive] variety was due to my job-hopping to different businesses in different industries back when the DC economy was taking off and no one would increase salaries for existing employees to meet what they had to pay new hires...so I made myself a frequent new hire. Lon, you need to share some of those memoirs with us. The "creative destruction" implicit in capitalism plays itself out at a personal level in all of us in fascinating ways, in addition to (or superimposed on) our personal journies.