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Hey, that sounds like you have a book inside, just waiting to be written. Could be a redux of Steinbeck's Travels with Charlie.

:)
 
Catbird,

Let me be the first to say **CENSORED****CENSORED****CENSORED****CENSORED** you.

I didn't suffer a bit moving as a kid, and I won't put up with your unsubstantiated idiotic insinuation that I have done my own children injustice in moving. Their father works, their father pays the bills, they move.

I had to put up with inlaws telling me to get a real job, stop flying. They were dyed-in-the-wool blue collar types, believed that it would be far better to get a job driving a log truck, or working on a road crew, than flying an airplane. I certainly won't take that crap from you.

I don't make a fortune. I don't really care. I fly an airplane, and the opportunity to do that is nothing less than a gift from God. I have an obligation to build on that gift, to make the most of it. I feel that obligation in every fibre of my body and being...it's what and who I am.

If my kids elect to dress a certain way, or wear a ring, then they'll receive my opinion. But it's their choices; they're free agents within reason, to learn, explore, express themselves. I love my kids. I'll die for them. I'll kill for them. Without reservation, and without remorse.

My choice in occupation, and my calling in this occupation, changes none of that. Neither does the need to change residences as required.

Suck down your sanctimony and choke on it. If you have a problem with working in aviation then stay out of it. Don't waste your little remaining breath condemning those of us who live here and work here, or our ability as a partent or provider. If you live under my roof, please feel free to voice an opinion on this. Until then, the hell with you.
 
As for the parents 'dragging' their kids around everywhere.. I feel pity for those kids who have not seen anything outside of 25 miles around their town. To those kids, it's a big deal to travel somewhere, impossible to pull up roots and move. What shallow lives they lead!

My parents went were the work was. They didn't sit at home on welfare feeling sorry for themselves. At times, Dad had to live away from home for weeks at a time, the company provided housing for employees only. So Mom would haul two toddlers (3 & 5) several hundred miles to Dad's jobsite for a weekend. Or Dad would drive the roundtrip on the weekend. The courage of both and the conviction of their love is to be respected.

We also took advantage of the local sights. Dad loves history and passed it on to us. So we got to walk on many of the Great American Battlefields, ponder the crack in the Liberty Bell, stand in 4 States at the same time, stare at Mt. Rushmore, walk through the Hoover Dam and the Carlsbad Caverns, and oogle the Air and Space Museum. We discovered that the worst of the environmentalist tree huggers are completely ill informed, by touring Yellowstone after the fires. We found that the Denver Mint and Hershey do not give out free samples at the end of their tour, but, Mead Paper does. We found big trees in California, a big smelly lake in Utah, and a big ditch in Arizona. We smelled the cherry three blossoms in D.C. and saw the view from the head of the Statue of Liberty. We also got lost on Pennslyvania Avenue, several times (Dad, isn't the White House supposed to be on YOUR side of the car?).

As us kids grew older, we sometimes had a say in the moving decision. Did we want to live in Nevada or Colorado? (Our response: "who cares, get us out of West, my GAWD!, Virginia!")

Nah, if a kid's parents care enough to stay working, the kids typically don't end up as welfare sl*ts. Tattoos go with the industry, military and construction. I haven't figured out the male slave markings yet (the 'gold' earring). There will always be the exception -- the kid that turns down the wrong path -- no matter what the parents do.

Fly SAFE!
Jedi Nein
 
Moving does suck! Well Typhoon, I moved for a company awhile back. My wife & I packed our stuff and loaded to truck on Feb 1st. got to our new place in TX. I was there for 5 days. The company sent me to a different city to fill in. Then they told me they needed me to move back to where I came from in the first place. So Feb 26th we loaded up again and moved back. The only nice thing was we had both moves on one roll of film...lol. Oh ya and I even got the Chief pilot to come help me load the truck for the move back! :eek:
 
...will someone please get avbug some coffee before he implodes :eek:
 
Re: SCREW Scheduling!

I just noticed this. I love the play on words:
mar said:
I'm sick and tired of dickless homosexuals!
Exactly where do they get off?
:D

Now then.

You know what really sucks?

Telling the moving people that it's okay if they show up a day early..."Monday would be just fine. We'll go to the bank and get the cashier's check or money order as soon as you arrive."

Guess what Monday was. Yup. Martin Luther King Day.

Ever tried to get a bank check on MLK Day?

Ever tried giving a moving company a personal check?

(The happy ending: my father has a very big AmEx card. I'm in his debt. Literally. :D )
 
And...

You know what sucks more than that?

Deciding you can commute because you can hold commutable three-days...then having you company TDY sixteen senior guys from another base to your domicile...ten of them senior to you.

The result of this geometry is that I'll be able to spend about five days at home in February.

:rolleyes: Good thing it's "temporary."
 

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