I cannot remember how many single mom's came to us after the divorce and were totally devastated because they didn't know what was ahead. Lets put ourselves in a courtroom during a divorce hearing. We have basically (2) or (3) potential blooming idiots getting ready to prove their stupidity. You guess who these "stars of the show" are. Well, lets quit the smokescreen and I will tell you. Chloe is 1 year old now and I am charged with the divine duty of teaching her how to find her balance and courage. I am able to show her that it's OK to dance and walk at the same time. Dad is 65 and as the oldest daughter, I am also teaching him how to walk. They are not much different really. One has been exposed to the storms of life and withered them like a champion. The other is just starting to learn about the ups and downs of living.

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. you could try here Technology has solved the time problem. From your home you can find a dealer, a car, fill out the paper work and haggle over the price. All you have to do is punch a few keys on your computer. Job 4 is lift maintenance in Squaw Valley. Charles is the instructor who will give David a run for his money. They will be testing and running the lifts to ensure safety of all skiers. Charles is engaged and hopes to go to Europe to ski on his honeymoon. David looks familiar to Charles with his Joe Dirt hair and glasses. Charles keeps looking at David and tells a fellow employee that he believes that David is Andy Wirth. With his cover blown, Andy finds out that Charles and his crew are under appreciated. They must be there without lunch or breaks to keep the equipment running and cannot rest until it is operating safely. There were three major car manufacturers. Ford, General Motors and Chrysler. Each manufacture had a following. Arguments could erupt over which car was the best. A man's Dodge pickup was a source of pride. Sunday morning the family would dress in their best clothes and get into a Buick for the trip to church. The Cadillac represented power and money while the Ford and Chevrolet represented the working people. People that lived in the country had a buy truck box. It was a working truck and on Saturday's the kids jumped in the back for a trip to town. 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. In the local automotive arena, decline in gas prices seem to benefit GM most. The automaker's truck sales surged by 32.9 percent. DaimlerChrysler truck sales were up by 11.1 percent. Jeep and Dodge received most of the gains. Jeep auto parts are proving what they are worth in Liberty and Commando. Consequently, Dodge truck parts are still preferred by many truck enthusiasts. So happens he ran out of his truck with his gun in hand pointing and said look at that huge partridge. Back then the partridge appeared to be three feet tall as it sat on an old sturdy willow branch. Its head and shoulders were covered with snow and just sat their looking at my uncle. All of a sudden you hear boom and feathers going everywhere like when you bust open one of your mothers feather pillows she got for you for Christmas. Looking you see that glorious partridge in all its splendor laying on the ground. Yea those memories are sacred and worth writing about.