Black wires,
Grey wires,
Blue wires,
I'm surrounded by wires
all day and all night.

Curly wires,
Straight wires,
Yellow wires,
Leave me be and let me
live my life unwired.

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Hi Dad,

Yesterday, Sunday Feb. 3rd, Monika presented me with something very special.

Thursday, Jan. 31st, was my last day of work. My last day in the FAA was actually Saturday, Feb. 2nd, I was on leave the 1st and 2nd. On my last day at work, I had decided that the last airplane I would talk to would be Scandinavian flight 938 (SAS938). This would be while working Departure Control East. I started working the position about 45 minutes before the scheduled departure time for SAS938. About twenty minutes before SAS938's departure time, the controllers over in the tower started telling the aircraft that I would be talking to that their departure controller was performing his last shift before retiring. As I worked the Departure East Sector, and as I transferred control of the aircraft to another frequency, the pilots wished me good luck in retirement and thanked me for all the years of control services before switching over. And then, one by one, the other controllers in the room I was working in, started calling me via the intracommunications we use to coordinate with each other, they all wished me good luck and expressed their feelings of gratitude for being able to have worked with me all these years. It was very emotional as you may imagine.

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Boys love cars. That’s right. What about girls? I didn’t really care at all and would always roll my eyes when I saw a guy trying to impress a girl with his car, truck or motorcycle. They strut like peacocks. Pruning their feathers, crowing for the beauty with the biggest assets. I stand back and let my brother and son boast about MY truck. My baby. Like they did anything to him. My 54 Ford F-100 is priceless. I have a 350 short block with twin overhead cams. I have louvered the hood, cropped the top, and sunk it 6 inches. He is candy apple red with gold metallic fleck. The true fire flames boast of its speed. No one can catch me on a quarter mile track. I love the feel of the black leather interior. The mahogany dash feels old world and begs to be touched. If any man touches him their libel to feel me sticking my claws into their back.

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Who ever said that Life is a Bowl of Cherries never knew me.
What does that mean?
Oh, yea sometimes you get pits.
Well lately all I have are pits.

I want to change fruits.
How about a nice Kiwi.
Sweet, soft delicious.
And GREEN.

I want my life to be a bowl of Kiwi.
Problem.
You need to move fast they don't last long.

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We turn into the parking lot and search for a space. My mommy is upset already. “We are so late. Stick with me. I don’t have time to go looking for you.” I look up into her beautiful porcelain face and say “OK. Mommy.” She grabs my hand and we start walking quickly into the store. “Remember, stay with me. I have a lot to do and very little time. The last thing we will do is take care of you. After all it will take a long time it is a very long line. Are you sure you want to do this? I want you to enjoy this so lets finish shopping then we will take care of you OK.”
Again I look up and for one minute mommy looks like my doll. I don‘t know which question to answer so I just say “Yes, Mommy.”

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