How Jeff an Songyon Spent Their New Year’s Vacation
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FIGHT THE POWER!  Just say NO to endless war and hopeless idiots.

                         A 9/11 reward for the above:  Permanent posting to Iraq!

Remember the day Marc spun out his Indy car as Blue Oyster Cult and Bachman Turner Overdrive played the Palace?

My wife Songyon at Carlise Lake in Illiniois

My son Ben

Lightning is cool in the desert

Marc is theoretically under Mt Rainer there somewhere.

Reunion Spokesperson Jeanne, 2003

Hello all!

As you may know I grew up in Marion, Ohio several many years ago and started out my adult life as an honorary Marion factory rat.  Have you ever see that big tank thing that hauls around the soon to be defunct space shuttle?  Well, I didn’t have anything to do with that but I can remember hearing the folks at the Power Shovel Company pounding on it late into the night a few blocks from my house just across the railroad tracks.  The space race kept me awake nights.  In addition to Marion's being a space factory of the future, it also has amazing history being the home of Warren G. Harding, one of the most corrupt deceased Presidents of the Unitized States. The Harding Home just happens to be just across the street from the Scott Brickley's boyhood home, but that's another story.    As a nominal Marionette,  I was obligated to start out my work life as a rodent factoria and made it on my own making a living welding.  All was well until I began to notice I could blow ever increasing amounts of black stuff out of my nose daily  That didn't seem "a good thing", as Martha might say.

While working over a hot bead, I managed to use my snot induced escape instincts to soar out and earn a private pilot license. Living life as an extremely lazy being, whose stated high school goal in life was to become a complete and utterly profound  bum, I became interested (or as interested in anything a person of this mindset can get), in a flight "related" job, since flying seemed both boring and too much work.  I wanted a job that held the promise of doing even less than driving the winged bus; Weather Observing!  It sounded too cool; go out outside every hour, watch the clouds, and get paid? So I ran away from the Fred-Nick-Jeff home on Olney and joined the Air Force with a guaranteed job as an official weather observer BSCL (Bum Suma Cum Laude). At the time, I thought I'd stay in four years, then off to college to really screw off.  But, life often gets in the way of plans, so I ended up being a migrant defense worker for 20 years, living and working in five different time zones and several continents. I learned the weather forecasting trade, as well as many  other things I didn't particularly want to know in the first place. 

Over those years, I was  involved in developing and delivery of training for war fighting and weather type stuff for up to 150 people at a time on a very endless treadmill (peace after the Cold War has turned out to be one war after another you might have noticed).  It seemed natural to me my experience in training should lead to collecting my scattered college credits and putting them toward a degree in Workforce Education, with specialization in Instructional Design offered by Southern Illinois University at Carbondale.  That happened at McChord Air Force Base, in Tacoma, Washington, where I retired from active duty.  My retirement was short lived; bills you know.  Started working the evening shift for Boeing wiring 737 jetliners to make ends meet.  While I worked 60 hours a week at the Lazy B,  I truly earned my Bachelor degree after several years and 250 hours of internship teaching basic electronics at a local voc-tech school.  Along the way, I’ve managed to stay married and help my only son get through a fitful adolescence and into college were he wonders aimlessly to this day in St Louis.  I recently moved from Illinois, about 20 miles east of St. Louis, Missouri, where I worked for Science Applications International Corporation (SAIC) as a contract aviation weather "Training Administrator" for the Air Force.  I now live in near Dayton, Ohio and am weather forecaster/observing at Wright Patterson AFB for good ole SAIC.  Life is good!

Jeff Martin

Tomorrow now is just a dream