Author: SAVE DIRT

My life took many turns, not giving up at really knowing ,is,part of personal inventory , reaching out, through, my recollections , makes me feel that , at least my first person perspective is more valid than , say , gossip. I have suffered from mental health issues my entire life . I don’t believe in labels ( diagnostic guesswork ) I have traumatic brain damage, and have seen other labels put on me , in , medical records In grade school , they tested me and in many years , I was put in S L D programs. ( not at Linwood Elementary ). Sever asthma ( that manifested when I was eight years old ) kept me out of serving in the military I worked all of my life = some years there was four or more W 2’s to file . I continued to work ( and volunteer) after getting SSDI in 2004 and still do. I was A. Brother A paperboy A. Handy man child and adult,for my blind Dad A. Kid who helped neighbors A. Boy Scout A. Environmentalist A. Day laborer A. Janitor A. Warehouse worker A. Camper , Hiker , Canoe paddler A. Photographer A. Broom ball player A. House flipper , A. Motorcycle owner A. Forester A. Truck Mechanic A. Farm hand A. Carny A personal care giver A. Volunteer A. Gardener A. Crew leader A. Prisoner And that is only a bit of me there is a lot more to tell.

The Best at what he did

My Dad and Mom , raised a family of six .at times they both had jobs

Mom worked with the very first computers, at places like Minnesota Federal , where I got a little tour . I saw stacks of punch cards , that were read as programming or something

She also worked at a place in Minneapolis fixing computer bugs.

Quite often Mom would bring home large stacks of tractor paper ( homework ) looking for problems

Remember the tune , Bird is a word ? By the trash man ? Well ,that guy , worked with my mom , on computers

My Dad ( who was blind ) had to learn Braille as a preteen

He tried the realty business, then another blind man, taught him , the art of massage

Dad worked a lot at this and became THE BEST IN THE AREA He worked at the , Saint Paul Athletic Club , Dad got to work on St. Paul’s elite

When the golfer Jack Nicklaus came to town , my Dad was the guy he went to.

They worked Dad really hard at the club , he would collapse on the couch after work and say a number = the clients he had that day

It was fun to see Dad in the winter carnival , the Athletic club was in the parade , doing the blanket toss.

He got a great job with 3M and spent the rest of his career there , working for the top executive’s there

THE BEST!