I was born in San Bernardino in 1954. Cold war was going full tilt. People like my father were sent all over to build Radar and Communication stations to monitor communist countries. The first 6 years of my life were spent rotating to different bases in Europe where my father, working with the Army set up early warning radar stations and Communication Monitoring antenna farms. Most of our time was in Germany, Weisbaden, Frankfurt, Dussledorf, Hamburg, Meinz, and other points. Spent some time in Greece, and Italy, where my younger brother was born, We moved back to the United States in rotations to Sacremento, San Bernardino, El Paso, Mount Clemens, Huntsville, White Sands,and would get sent back out to Europe with stops in France, & England, . Our last station was in Izmer, Turkey, 1960/61. We were bused from an Army station to school in town. One day a man brought a large pig to the hurricane fences around our school while we were playing outside. He strung the pig up and eviscerated it and proceeded to throw entrails over the fence and shouted at the children. We were rushed inside and the buses came and picked us up and miltary personal armed with Thompson sub machine guns escorted us back to base. We were packed up and were sent home to Michigan. Then to Florida I did not understand then, as I do now. When i graduated college in 1975, I worked until the big recession of 1976. Then moved to California which was where my older brother lived. I stayed with him until i got on my own and stayed for 23 years. Lived in North County, Encinitas, Oceanside, San Clemente, Santa Barbara, Santa Maria, with a short hop to Washington, Utah, back to California, Oceano, Atascadero, and Morro Bay, Moved to Las Vegas, Nevada in 1996. I have been here ever since. Not sure where to retire to Oregon was on the table, not so sure anymore, outside of Reno or Carson City, where there is family close by.