I did okay. Coming out of grade school, my parents thought it would be a swell *learning experience* for me to spend a year or two where my dad was working as a Caltex/Texaco refinery engineer and draftsman. Then Fidel Castro came along, and the operations there came under new management; we were transferred back to the states the summer before his New Years Day victory parades in Santa Clara and Havana, but not before the school I went to was thoroughly shot up, among other *learning experiences.*
Accordingly, afyer we got back, I both came to appreciate well-made stuff and took care of it. I had a string of interesting vehicles and firearms, traded around a bit, and had my motorcycle operator's licence at 15.
But I was never a believer in the theory that *whoever dies with the most toys, wins.* It should be whoever dies with the best toys, IMHO.
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