During my High School years my father and I traveled the country attending quarter mile drag boat races, the same racing as with car drag racing. The boat still on the trailer was our boat called The Sting, same as the old movie.
The man in the driver chair is not my father, he was Butch Tomczack, the driver for the boat. The man standing in front of the boat is not me, I have no idea who he was, or whom snapped this photo but I’ve always liked this photo.
The boat that is in the water was called Ambush, driven by Billy Vance of Kansas City, Missouri. Our boat was powered by a Blown Alcohol engine. The Ambush was powered by a Blown Fuel engine, both classes are the same engine types as in the auto racing world, but set on a liquid quarter mile.
Both our boars and crews frequently traveled together, making the same stops at hotels and watering holes alike. During these three years from 1977 to 1979, I visited several states, two of which were Arizona and California.
This is when I was forst exposed to the desert southwest, and those memories have been in my little noggin all these decades. I somehow knew I’d return to the desert in the future, although they are two different deserts.
Such great memories of what I see as a better, kinder and gentler world now gone away. It’s not a great idea to let your mind live in the past but this is how I’ve always been. Longing for days that now only exist in photos and video.
Early today I sent the boss a text stating that I’m in great pain this morning and can’t make it to work again. I feel so bad about this, she really depends on me showing up. I’ve always been one hundred percent on time and never once missed a day of work in my eight months of employment.
If there was one thing that would put an end to my employment there, it will be just what has happened in the last four or five days. It’s been a good run, about three and a half years since the last time a disc has let go on me, and those three spinal steroid injections.
I sent an email to a top spine clinic in Las Vegas this morning, asking for a consultation to see what can be done about this very painful situation. I’ll have to wait until Monday at least to hear back from that office. My next scheduled work day is this coming Tuesday, I have no idea what will happen.
The last few weeks I’ve been thinking about retirement since it’s now financially solid for me to do so, I won’t elaborate on that. The work I’ve been doing has been to both keep me busy and for the extra cash flow. It seems keeping busy in time to come may entail spending my time traveling.
Not a bad thing of course but I feel a strong sense of guilt right now for possibly having to terminate my employment in this manner and causing staffing issues for the facility and the management there. It stinks, and if I were a manager in that scenario I’d be a bit peeved yet understanding that these things happen.
Welcome to your life, there’s no turning back…