It’s all in the title bar logos, but somebody asked:
Raised in old Virginia. Taught to be a gentleman before it was required of me.
A naval officer, and naval aviator slimy contractor - still serving recently retired, but no longer current in an airplane, alas flying unsuspecting civvies through the burning blue. A trade school graduate, I got my wings in Meridian, MS a long time ago, and spent another 18 purgatorial months there instructing before joining the west coast fleet, flying God’s jet - the FA-18 Hornet. Cruised aboard the USS CONSTELLATION (twice) and INDEPENDENCE (once).
Did a tour after that in Key West, Florida, flying the F-16N, F-5E and A-4E aircraft. Best. Job. Ever. Also where I had the Worst Day Ever. But that’s another story.
Department head tour in Japan. Hornets again. Deployed a number of times aboard INDEPENDENCE again, that rough beast.
TOPGUN instructor after that. Was never more proud to be a part of something.
Commanded a west coast FA-18 squadron. Deployed aboard USS CARL VINSON - my first nuke.
Served as Operations Officer aboard the fleet’s finest aircraft carrier, an oil-burner. Put her to bed after 41 years of faithful service.
Now serving as a staff pogue in a different way in sunny San Diego. Believe certain things to be true. Don’t declare them to be, however.
Married to the best girl I ever met, who also delivered up three wonderful children. Don’t really know how I could be happier, or more blessed.
Vitals:
- Flight hours: ~4400
- Arrested landings: 570, or so.
- Deployments: 7
- Original thoughts: Tends towards zero
- Ability to recognize a good idea: Tends towards infinite
