It is the hour before midnight, on the harsh, gray flat asphalt road along the banks of one of the Great Lakes . A truck races by like a shadow, the moon glowing behind a small house. The car swiftly goes on by, the dim light from the fogy night: --moon penetrating through the fog onto the tuck and house, where a man is standing by the road; -- music is heard coming from the car, Rock & Roll, as this stranger standing by the road, a man in a red plaid shirt, he stands erect, as if he was Paul Bunion; standing in-between the road and the house as a truck races by. Again they slow down, then stop, look about, they hear the water slapping the bank from the Great Lake again, but can not see it. The breeze from the lake is picking up, as the window is rolled down they can feel the breeze, there is a chill to it, so they roll it up a bit more. Trees are swaying.

According to statistics, the average household income in 1970 was $8,734 and it rose to $16,461 in 1979. The unemployment rate was 3.5% in 1970 and up and down all decade landing at 8.5% in 1979. Heart disease was and still is the leading cause of death. Also, Aids and HIV was discovered in the seventies. There were many major medical break throughs in the 1970's. One of the most noted being the completion of the MRI scan in 1977. My mother recalls having medical insurance and being able to get a tooth pulled at the dentist for $15.00. read review This didn't happen over night. My wife and I separated seven months before she filed for divorce. We stayed together though. We still had a sex life, we still did things with each other and we still took care of one another. Just like we did when we lived together. We both liked the option of having our own space though. Sure, we missed each other but it was nice for both of us to have the option of saying to the other, "I just want to chill at home alone tonight" and send the other home. He now takes a look about the area, it is not the house, it is the top of tress by the lake; --the shadows are forming the likes of a house. As he catches his breath, they continue forward. Every year when my wife and I filed our taxes some things from MY past (not hers) would creep up. If we filed our taxes on February 1st, we were lucky if we got our refund in August. I had a buy truck near me that had a manual transmission. My wife cannot drive stick shift but I had to put her on my insurance because she is has a driver's license and lived with me. If she had tickets or a DUI from the past, my insurance would be sky high and I have never had any tickets and I don't drink and drive. It wasn't a problem for us but it could have been. To digress a bit, I need to tell you that Sgt. Grace lied. First, the language I was assigned to study was Vietnamese. Second, after going through the 101st Airborne Division's jungle combat school in Phan Rang, I was assigned to the 1st Brigade, a reactionary unit. I joined them in Dak To, and early the next morning was flown out to join an artillery battery in what was called "Operation Eagle Bait". Didn't take long to find out we were the bait, and Charlie was the eagle. The objective was to tempt the Viet Cong into attacking us, then bring in an assault wave of Huey's loaded with infantry, and wipe the enemy out. What I quickly discovered is that there is nothing in the world comparable to the first night you are brought out of a deep sleep by M-60 machine gun fire. I'd finally made it, I thought. A step closer to bottling our green chile sauce, a cooking sauce resplendent with flavor and I could envision a bottle on every table in America. I just needed the right chile. It's hard to do anything. It's hard to button your pants or brush your teeth, let alone jump off a three-story building into a pad. This movie was the most physical thing I've ever had to do, and I had to do it with a broken hand. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life. Constantly having to take hits and fall and run through explosions and get hit and beat up all day. Aside from my hand, I also got 25 stitches making this movie, in various parts of my body -- stuff that had nothing to do with my hand.