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CHAPTER SIX - LIVING THE DREAM

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  During this time Debbie's cousin's husband Mike worked as a bread salesman at Bunny Bread in Nashville. He put in a good word for me because of my past bakery experience and his supervisor wanted me to come in that day to complete the necessary paperwork. I was ecstatic because a bread salesman job was good money and meant great benefits. It was very hard work and had long hours but that didn't matter to me. I wasn't scared of hard work. Officially I was still in the Army Reserve but I hadn't joined a local Reserve unit because I wanted to rejoin my old Air National Guard unit. I like to level with people from the start so I told him that I was still on the rolls of the Army Reserve which was a big mistake. The man's whole attitude toward me changed instantaneously. Within seconds I realized that I had lost all chance of getting the job because I was in the Reserves. His attitude went from your hired to don't call us we'll call you, just like that. I t...

CHAPTER FIVE - LIVING THE DREAM

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After moving to Florida I tried to find an Air National Guard or an Air Force Reserve unit to join. The closest was in Jacksonville and that was just too far to drive so I joined an Army Reserve MP unit in Melborne Florida. I had to take a reduction in rank from an E-5 to an E-4. After delivering papers one morning I drove to the Miami induction center. I was so sleepy I thought that I wasn't going to make it on time because every few miles I had to pull over and walk around. When I finally got there it reminded me of when I was inducted into the Air Force. We stood around in our underwear waiting in long lines for various medical tests. I began a conversation with a man next to me in line and when we reached the x-ray room a nurse, that looked old enough to be my grandmother, and about five feet tall, motioned for the next man in line. Thinking that it was me I stepped forward but the man I had been talking to also stepped forward. I said oh, excuse me, and stepped back to let him...

CHAPTER FOUR - LIVING THE DREAM

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    In the early 1980's my sister Donna began talking to me about moving to Florida and going to work for her husband Richard. He was part owner in a company called B&B Utilities that operated water and sewer plants around Ft. Pierce and the east coast from about Melbourne down to West Palm Beach Florida. She made several promises. They would pay me the same as I was making at the bakery and provide health insurance. Until I was able to get on my feet she would also give me her paper route. Donna claimed that she made good money off of the route. I thought that I was ready for a change. My union job was stressing me out and in March 1982 we took a vacation in Ft. Pierce along with the Travis family. I wanted to make this move but my gut was telling me no. It seemed like I was being pushed by an invisible hand, however. I knew that I shouldn't put my trust in her but I was determined to make the move anyway. Debbie felt the same way but she left the final decision up to me....

WHAT IF THE DEMOCRATS WON THE CIVIL WAR

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  This question has been pondered by historians for years. What if the South had won the Civil War? This is convenient for leftist historians. They can pit North against South when it was actually a war between the Democrat party and Republican party. It was a war that is still going on today and when it comes to how history is interpreted the Republican's are losing badly. The Republican's won on the battlefield but lost the peace. The peace was the Reconstruction period after the Civil War. Usually the victor of a war writes the accepted version of history. The Democrat party, however: is responsible for two of the most blatant misinterpretations of American history. The "Lost Cause Myth" and The Big Switch Myth".  These two lies allow the left to cover up for a multitude of sins and to project their sins upon the modern day Republican party and Constitutional conservatives like myself.  The " Lost Cause Myth" was perpetuated over three decades afte...