Well, now. You folks have inspired me to do a little writing of my own. Never really done anything like this, so please excuse if it sounds a little disjointed.
I was Born Darrin Shawn (last name deleted to protect the innocent
) in New Westminster, British Columbia, Canada. If you want to know the date, you’ll have to find out when Dr Sam Beckett from Quantum Leap was born, because we share the birthday (not the actor Scott Bakula, but the character he played).
When I was 2 years old, my family up and moved to Australia where we lived for three years. None of us could take the high temperatures too well, so we decided to move back to the original continent. With a stop over at my grandmother’s in Glasgow. Well, a year later we finally got on the plane for Vancouver.
Lived in a little known place called Point Roberts in Washington state. It’s unusual in the sense that it’s part of the United States, but is cut off by Canada and water. It’s a little 2.5 mile wide peninsula that sticks south of the border for 2 miles. So I was living in America, but went to school, worked, spent all my time in Canada.
Graduated from South Delta Senior Secondary in Tsawwassaen, B.C. and almost immediately was offered a job with a Canadian car magazine that offered the public their opinions on all new (and some older) cars on the market. They had plenty of staff that were of my parent’s generation, but they had nobody in the 18-25 year range to give the “up and coming” opinion. So that’s where I came in. I got to drive everything from the most mundane, boring scrap of tin you can imagine to the most elaborate luxury and sports cars out there. Pretty cool while it lasted, but the magazine went belly up.
Waffled around at various jobs for a while, but began to realize that if I stayed where I was, I was either going to end up spending the rest of my life in prison or dead. You see, I’m one of those people that if you leave me to my own defenses, I get bored. When I get bored, I WILL find something to entertain myself. And generally it’s either illegal, immoral, or fattening.
So I joined the US Navy.
Well, that certainly got me out of town. I ended up doing my basic training in Great Lakes, Illinois (just north of Chicago). Went into Fire Controlman school there (firecontrol = electronics tech on the weapons control systems). On one of my many sojourns to Milwaukee, I met a woman named Suzanne Roix. We hit it off pretty well, and when I finished school and was due to transfer to my next command, we got engaged. I went on to my next command (NATO Sea Sparrow Missile System school in Vallejo, California just north of San Francisco). A couple months later my fiancé moved out to join me and we got married. All seemed honky-dory for a while until the fights started. They got pretty bad, going on for days at a time. It was affecting my course work and my job duties pretty badly, too. Apparently she finally got sick of it as I came home for lunch one day and knocked her suitcase over with the door. And so ended my first marriage.
After completing my courses at NSSMS school, I was transferred to the USS Roanoke (AOR-7) located in Long Beach, California. After a year or so, the Navy discovered my propensity for firearms and my proficiency with them. They also discovered my strange ability to think like a terrorist, but not be one. So I was recruited into a little bunch of guys that occasionally went places the US Armed Forces aren’t supposed to go and do things they aren’t regularly supposed to do. I won’t go into detail, if you’ve read some of my previous posts, you’ll know that SPECOPS isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Especially for someone with a conscience. Anyways, it was purely voluntary. And after a while I began to get sick of doing stuff that eventually ended in a whole bunch of mental therapy, so I left.
After getting back to my ship, I met the girlfriend of one of the officers, Tina Michel Wyckoff. Little did I know at the time that the spark we both felt would eventually lead to this lady becoming the missus!! We were married 6 September, 1992. Our son, Shawn Patrick was born 15 April 1994.
So, after two 6 month overseas tours, I was finally sick of the Navy, and they were finally sick of me. I was discharged “under other than honorable conditions”. What this basically means is that I was laid off.
I waffled around a few jobs before finally realizing I needed something where I was working on my own. I started driving taxi cab in Bremerton, Washington (just west of Seattle). For four years I did great at it, making a pretty good living. The missus joined me for the last 3 years out on the road, the two of us driving opposite 12 hour shifts so one of us was always home with our son.
But then the wonderful government transferred the two aircraft carriers out of the navy base. They also decommissioned all the cruisers. So, in a city of 25,000 registered voters, the government had just transferred out almost 16,000 outside money generators (all the sailors and their families). Needless to say, it was almost overnight that our wonderful cab driving business fell flat on its face.
A friend of mine from the navy was getting out at roughly the same time and had gotten on at a little know company called Intel. He said they needed electronics technicians in the production area that he was working and I should apply.
Right around this time we were told by my son's school that he was most likely Asperger’s, possibly autistic.
So we moved to Portland, Oregon.
Well, I worked for Intel for a year, then the wonderful market slump that happened in 1999-2001 kicked in and I was let go, just shortly after getting my son’s diagnosis for autism and my diagnosis for ADHD!! (so THAT’s what’s been wrong all these years!!!)
Cue 9/11 happening.
The US government initiates the actions that bring about the Department of Homeland Security, and specifically the Transportation Security Administration (yes, those annoying ***** that hassle you at the airport with the metal detectors and the x-ray machines). Turns out after a year there that the powers that be hired too many people for Portland airport. They said they weren’t going to lay anyone off, but start putting people to part-time work instead. I realized very quickly that part-time wasn’t going to cut it as I was barely surviving on full-time!!
So I did a search to find out what airports in the country were having a hard time getting people, and found out the Thief River Falls, Minnesota was one such airport. I volunteered for a transfer 1,800 miles away.
Packed the family up once more in the U-haul truck and drove half way across this country.
A year later, we bought our first house, and five days later the TSA informs me that my position was being made redundant and I was being let go.
Cue my heart sinking through the floor as this part of the country is one of the most economically depressed areas for people looking for jobs.
8 months later (after the entire life savings have been depleted, credit cards maxed, everyone I could tap for a loan tapped, etc, etc, etc), I finally landed a job at New Flyer of America (
www.newflyer.com) assembling transit coaches. It pays about 1/3 what I’m used to making, but the wife has gone back to work as well, which is helping financially.
We’re slowly getting back on our feet again, after surviving a bitterly cold first winter in our home. For those not familiar, we bought a REALLY old house that needed a LOT of fixing up. We got it JUST livable when winter set in. The insulation of this house is totally inadequate, if not non-existent. For over 4 months, it was quite usual to see the temperature INSIDE the house sitting at or below 10oC. During this time my son was wandering through the house with a frozen treat of some sort and didn’t realize he had dropped a little of it on the floor. The reason we knew it was part of his frozen treat was that IT HADN’T MELTED!!! Yes, the floor was below freezing temperature!!
Oh, well. This summer we’re stripping the entire outside layer of the house off so we can put in some SERIOUS insulation. I’ve already started on the crawlspace. I’m also going to be purchasing an actual furnace for this place and installing it, instead of using electric baseboard heaters……….
Anyways, speaking of that kind of stuff, I really need to get back to finishing some of the “honey-do” list before I have to go back to work tomorrow. There's lots that I haven't put in there, but I'm running out of daylight here.
Laterz folks.