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I love a Friday. Fast day, a few beers, and Lo! a letter from RofR. He is doing well. He’s a finding Arabia to be a strict neighborhood, [although] I detect he says it more by observation and complaint, for he leads a Spartan existence anyway. I’m falling behind in my duties, but I only have seven weeks to go. I’m quite pleased with missing the winter. I sure wanted to go to Hawaii next week, but I’ve got a few grand tied up in a car I can't use for now.
[Author’s note 2025: RofR, my original business partner. One of the youngest turbine operators to ever get hired to work at the King Abdul Aziz Military Academy in Saudi Arabia. Six years later he was a millionaire, and I was returning to night school.
One thing he had that I never did the was the ability and to learn from people older than himself. In my world, every older person was a dip-shit and you’d best ignore. You see, he got a job at a power plant and was surrounded by TVA veterans. I was surrounded by dropouts, farm boys, and oil rig workers.]
Here is the Academy, he worked at the power plant.
