Crazy week or three lately, finally have all fires put out and a few spare minutes to type.
Home base: Salem Oregon, via John Day (born there),Washington, Idaho, California, New Mexico(thanks to my dad who was a contract pilot), Texas, Georgia, South Carolina, points East, West and South of the borders (thanks to Uncle Sam).
Me: Somewhat wacked, former Rock God (in indonesia and a neighborhood in chicago), former 91b/11c/54b, former structural/wildland firefighter and ex-biker(cause I can't afford a new scoot right now).
Currently: critical care RN, father of one beautiful little girl and stepfather of three really great(this week) boys, shooter of things that go BOOM, bang bang bang, pffft, pop and twang, husband of a really wonderful woman (who puts up with my cranky ass), full time crummudgeon and parenthetical statement addict (its a disease). I'm also a Gear Geek and incorrigible tinkerer, WECSOG graduate/survivor, and redneck-in-hiding
Once upon a time, I was young and foolish enough to believe that all I needed was my canteen, a good knife, my trusty carbine and my training to survive. Then I gained a load of scar tissue from some of Uncle Sam's brighter ideas, and gathered a family to watch out for. Thankfully I gained some wisdom along with the scar tissue, and realized that training don't do much without resources (gaah... logistics... I hate logistics). Through my lurking, I've found some great resources here and some very interesting people. So here I am, along with Kimbo and the pack trailing behind, glad to meet you all.