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1964
Herb & Leslie c.1999
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My enlistment in the US Air Force was delayed (funny story) from immediately after graduation until August 5th, and 15 months later I was headed across the pond with assignments in both VietNam and Thailand. During eight years in the Air Force, I was stationed in Texas, Texas (again), South Carolina, Vietnam, Thailand, Montana, Texas (again), and Alaska. After three years in Alaska, I left the Air Force and went to work for Xerox Corporation, staying with them for 27 years. By 1999, the nest was empty, and the Rochester, NY winters had became more intolerable each year, so we moved to the Sunshine State in January, 2000. In Florida I began working for Diebold Incorporated servicing ATMs and bank vaults, among other things. Retirement occurred in 2013.
During all those years, I got married, raised three daughters, and have been blessed with six grandchildren.
In retirement, I volunteer with AARP TaxAide - an organization which provides free Income Tax preparation for communities nationwide. In addition to tax preparation, I am also the Technology Coordinator for our district, which gives me the responsibility for our laptops, printers, routers, and establishing/maintaining network communications at our various sites. It might sound like a lot of work, but it is seasonal and I welcome the activity. (I'm one of those retirees who actually misses going to work - but not enough to give up being retired.)
I live on the East coast of Florida, mid-way between St. Augustine and Daytona Beach. I have a personal website which reflects my various hobbies and interests. It is always under construction in some way or another, so I apologize in advance if you get a broken link or two - especially in the Virtual Garage. There are A LOT of pages I want to build, but it all takes time.
At this point in my life I look back with mixed emotions: I am happy with the way my life was lived, and my situation in retirement, but I regret losing contact with childhood friends. The feeling I get when I consider that is similar to when I see an unfinished house which was abandoned.
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