I've Too Many Thoughts To Keep To Myself.

So I thought I would let loose some of the insanity that thrives and breeds within my head. I am like no other you've known, for my thoughts are far reaching, from one end of the spectrum to the other. They are indefinite, and plain strange at times. I have no clue as to how I arrive at one to the next, and to the next, and, well, you get my drift.
Some background for anyone who ventures onto this blog:
I am older than 45, but younger than 55. I was raised in western Pennsylvania in a small, once upon a time, steel town just outside of Pittsburgh. I graduated high school when it was still cool to wear bell-bottomed pants, silk shirts, and platform shoes. I chose the wearing of Levi's bell-bottom jeans, rock and roll groups t-shirts and steel toed boots over the former. However it's not to say I didn't have the "Disco" clothes hanging in my closet, as I was a chameleon among those I hung around with. I joined the Navy at the beginning of the end for the steel industry around Pittsburgh, wanting to see more than just smokestacks and a polluted Ohio River. Luckily I did so as the bottom began to fall out of the industry my first or second year in the military, leaving many, if not most of my friends unemployed.
Fast-forwarding, I got out of the Navy after serving 6 years aboard two different nuclear powered aircraft carriers and hundreds of thousands of logged miles in all seven seas. I will pass along many "Sea Stories" in other posts, but for now it's onward we go.
I left San Diego and headed to Virginia Beach to move in with a friend I met on a family vacation during my senior year of high school. He had an place close to the beach, partied as hard as I did, and had a gorgeous sister that I hoped I could hook up with. I got a job with the City of Norfolk as a plumbers helper and made a decent paycheck, but I also took on a part-time job working at a True-Value Home Center at the beach for some extra partying money. Topping off the semi-perfect life was my adopting a puppy barely 8 weeks old.
I will continue this saga of sorts, but for now I must attend to my prepping of dinner, as the inhabitants of this house of mine  are singing the blues of hunger.
Until later folks,
Dave